Devoured By His Enemy Eyes

Dian's POVI deftly scratch my itchy nipple and stifle a yawn. The uncomfortable study chair groans as I shift my stiff ass, trying to get some relief. I adjust my specs and look down at the table to avoid the withering looks I'm getting for disrupting the peace and quiet.I should have worn my contacts, I look like a complete dork.“Will he think I'm cute?” I wonder, peering at the phone screen next to the strewn notes on the table, willing it to light up. Nothing happens.Where are you, Justin?I ask the universe for the thousandth time in the last four hours. It's a school night and almost time for my curfew but here I am, stuck in the study cafe, waiting for my crush because earlier at school today, rumor spread that Justin Kingston was going to ask his crush out on a date and I've been crushing on Jeremy since I knew what a blush meant but he never responded to my little hellos in the school hallway, so color me shocked when he chats me up–omg! he has my number–then asked to meet

Dian's POV Seven Weeks After My Parents' Burial… “rrrrrrrrrr! rrrrrrrrrrrrrr!'' The school bell peals indicating the end of another horrible school week. I shuffle along the crowd of students gunning for the door, my head covered in a black hoodie. I'm almost at my once shiny locker–now marked and tattooed with stalker, psycho, four-eyed creep– when I hear Kingston's booming laughter from the far end of the crowded hallway. He throws an arm over Claire Eastwood's shoulder, his fingers flirting to breasts that mysteriously grew into a C-cup over the summer. He pulls her head in for a kiss but she turns away at the last moment with a shy smile. I realize they're heading in my direction and make a U-turn with a composure I don't feel but luck isn't on my side. “Hey, it's the four-eyed stalker!” Someone hollers. I freeze and the entire hallway bustling with kids keen to leave school suddenly quietens. I can feel everyone staring at me and then Kingston ices the cake, “Hey, creep!

JoJo's POVMake-up ✔️Camera ✔️ Go live! 🎬I click the red Go Live button on the Instagram app. Unsurprisingly, I have three thousand views increasing by the second. Dozens of reactions and comments flood my phone and I read a few,Sandrakisme: What are you wearing gurlll💘💘 them lips be smokin'Jainleo&san: Your make-up is super flawless Jojo😭😭😭 We need another facial routine🤧🤧🤧Charle4twix: What u say Jo😜😜😜, a thousand bucks for one night, I tip well🥵🥵🥵I swing my gaze to the camera on the top of the screen and slap on a wide smile. Let's get this over with.“Hey! It's your girl Jojo from the KMJ Gone Girls and next week we're hosting The POAT #partyofalltimes on our beach house out here on the West Coast to celebrate our last year in high school,” The comments blow up with excited messages.I fake a pouty look and reply a mention, “I'm sorry @Ariay, it's strictly invite-only.” “Now, we want y'all in our party, so we're giving out a hundred slots to our top fans bu

Jeremy's POVI take a bite of the red apple and watch the juice slide through my fingers down the length of my arm and on top of the pristine counter. I force myself to ignore it as the tic starts and I count backward in my head.1011, 1010, 1009, 1008…The silence of the moment is punctuated by teeth-crushing apple bits and the steady drip of apple juice.My phone buzzes and I glance at the notification.Unknown: WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID THAT NIGHTMy incisors bite sharply into the fruit, leaving a gaping hole in its place as the cell pings with another notification from unknown. I count before I read.999, 998, 997, 996…Unknown: WE HAVE PROOF I make a quick work of the fruit and toss it in the bin then find the kitchen rag and vigorously wipe the counter according to my counts before heading to my room. The apartment is silent until the phone buzzes again. My expression furrows and I remember I have a loose end to bind.Watching my mother die when I was eight broke something critical

JoJo's POV Ken and I peer into the burner phone, “What's with the burner?” “Activating Stage Two.” Mal: WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID THAT NIGHT Jeremy Vongov doesn't reply so Mallory shoots him another text. Mal: WE HAVE PROOF Still no reply, Ken takes the phone from Mallory, “Let me, I'll rile him up a little.” Ken: This video will go viral if you don't do what is required of you (sent video clip) “Why would you send him the video? you just played our trump card in the first round!” I yell. “So, he knows we're not messing around!” She yells back. Three dots appear, “Told you it'd work,” she smirks. Jeremy Vongov: What do you want? “WhatdoIsay WhatdoIsay?” Ken whispers like he can hear us, her anxiety spiking through the roof. “Oh hi there! Jeremy Vongov, we stalked you for a few days because we need your help to take down a common enemy… okay, not exactly common because you don't care about Kingston… actually you don't care about anyone but he cares about you, he sees you as h