must've come back to let me out. Maybe even he realized how screwed-up leaving me in the trunk of a car was?
“Asshole,” I mumble, climbing out of bed and yawning as I stretch my arms above my head. I have no idea what time it is, but it's freezing cold and there are tiny white snowflakes drifting down from a navy sky.
My feet crunch across the icy pebbles as I make my way up to the front door.
It's locked.
Seriously?
“Fuck,” I curse as I rub my hands over my face again. I want my phone, but whatever. I'll check the back door, and if it's locked, I'll just go back to the dorms.
I'm starting around the side of the house when I hear something rustling in the woods not fifty feet from where I'm standing. My heart starts racing, but I tell myself it's just a deer, or a raccoon, or maybe another stupid owl.
I make myself keep walking, pretending like I'm not a wuss and that my hands aren't shaking. They totally are. Just be cool, Charlotte. Be cool. I grab the handle on the back door, and find that it, too, is locked. For some reason, I don't feel like it'd be a good idea to bang on the door and wake my dad up. Even if I told him what Church did to me, he probably wouldn't believe it. No, somehow, I'd probably end up getting in trouble over it.
When I turn around, there's a man standing in the shadows at the edge of the woods. He's got a dark hoodie on, and I can't see any identifying features. But holy hell, he's still creepy as fuck.
“What do you want?” I snap, my voice echoing across the empty lawn between us. Crossing my arms over my chest, I tell myself that I look like a tough guy … even with my floppy blond hair and glasses. Right. “Because I'm getting tired of you sneaking up on me.”
The man stands there for a long moment, and then I see a flash of silver at his side. Like … a knife?
My breath catches, and I feel a scream building in my chest. My choices now are to stand my ground, yell, and pound on the door in the hopes that my dad will wake up and get down here in time … or run.
But Archie Carson is a heavy sleeper, and sometimes he puts his noise machine on, and … I take off like a shot, heading for the boys' dorm and that open fire door that I'm just praying is still cracked.
I can hear pounding footsteps behind me, the panting breath of someone running full-tilt. Fingers brush against the back of my blazer, and I slip right out of it without pausing for even a second. Thank god I had that front button undone.
Coming around the bend with the main building on one side, and the boys' dorm straight ahead of me, I slip on the gravel, and the man tumbles right over me. I'm crouched down, my knee throbbing with pain from hitting the path so hard, and the shadow creeper flies over my head to land on his back in the grass.
This is my chance.
I stand up and kick the hand with the knife as hard as I can, knocking it loose. There's not enough time to reach down and grab it because the man is lunging for my ankles, so I just take off, sprinting so hard that it feels like my heart might just beat straight out of my chest.
I'm more careful when I take that second bend, skidding slightly but keeping my feet. When I glance over my shoulder, I don't see anyone.
Unfortunately, I'm so busy looking behind me that I don't bother to look ahead.
My head whips back around just in time to see Ranger's sapphire eyes widen in surprise. We collide with a pair of double grunts, tumbling to the ground with me on top. My hands are fisted in his nightshirt, and our mouths are … disturbingly close.
He exhales, and I can taste minty toothpaste on his breath, see the surprise in his eyes as we adjust to the feeling of my body settling against his. He's got long, dark lashes, made even more obvious by the silver moonlight. As we breathe, our chests rise and fall in tandem with one another.
It's like one of those perfect movie moments when the hero and the heroine have an accidental kiss …
“Wh-what the