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I stick close to the lockers, avoiding open spaces, my heart jumping at every laugh that sounds too close. Almost there. I can see my classroom door. A few more steps and I’m safe. Invisible again. Then the energy shifts. I feel it before I see him. The air tightens, like the hallway inhales all at once. Laughter sharpens. Voices grow louder, more confident. I look up. Owen Kyle appears at the far end of the hall, surrounded by his friends. Tall. Relaxed. Untouchable. He walks like he has nowhere else to be and all the time in the world to get there.

"Pretty sure it's your imagination so just head back to where you came from." "It can't be imagination because I always imagine interesting things." He tilted his head. “You always leap from windows to insult strangers, or is tonight special?” She scowled, but her lips twitched. He was infuriating. And entirely inconvenient. His eyes, she noticed now, were a striking silver-blue—like stormlight on water. Mischief danced at the corners of his mouth, as if everything she said simply added fuel to some private joke. "I'm Kyle." he offered, pushing off the tree with lazy ease. "I got lost."

I said, my eyes flickering worriedly. " Listen to me! Kyle needs my help stay here," Jeremy said and ran towards the fighting scenes. I grabbed my dress and sneaked after him. After some minutes we both arrived at the Freeway pack. Alpha Rico's men had attacked and had left. Our pace decreased as we saw pack members gathered around a man lying on the floor. They were both sobbing, wiping off the tears on their faces. I ran up to the crowd and raised my gaze above my shoulders to see Kyle's dead body, drowning in the pool of his blood. Water streamed down my face. I ran into the crowd and lifted Kyle's head, sobbing hard.

I chuckled. Upon arriving home, I swung the door open, kicked off my shoes, and tossed my ID onto the table. "Hey, Julianna," greeted Kyle, sitting on the couch with a bag of Doritos and a grin. "Nobody drowned tonight?" Mark, sitting at the dining room table with his laptop, looked up and inquired. His gaze trailed behind me, catching sight of Kent. "Kent? You just got back too?" "Yes, just came from the gym," he replied with a nonchalant shrug, then headed to the kitchen. I settled onto the couch next to Kyle, leaning my head back.

Kyle was standing near the concession stand with a drink in his hand, the moment his eyes landed on us, the casual expression on his face disappeared completely. His gaze moved from me to Zayn, and something ugly settled into his face. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Kyle’s voice carried across the lobby, making a few people nearby turn to look. “Zayn. You’re with this thing?” “Kyle…” Zayn stepped slightly in front of me, his voice low and warning. “Not here.” "Not here?" Kyle laughed, sharp and humorless, crossing the space between us before either of us could stop him. "You knew who she was. I showed you her picture, man. I told you what happened."

It was something else. And now Harry or DK got into an accident. Just like that. Too many questions. Too many coincidences. I slowly turned my head away from Kyle and exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My eyes flickered to the windshield where streetlights passed like ghosts. “There will be reporters,” Kyle finally said, breaking the silence with a voice low “So be prepared.” I looked at him then. But he didn’t look back. —-

I asked, my smooth, charming tone a stark contrast to the deadly seriousness of our conversation. Kyle proceeded into the room, his tall, athletic frame gliding effortlessly across the floor. He reached for a bottle of red wine from the top cabinet, his dark hair perfectly styled, and his chiseled features illuminated by the soft light. “He did look scared when we spoke to him earlier on, and I hope he stays away from our business from now on," Kyle said, his calm, patient tone reassuring.

Hell will definitely break loose! “I’m Kyle. Leader of Bayou Gang. This is Gomez, my right-hand man, and this is Shaun, my personal scientist.” Vale’s ears perked up when she heard this. A personal scientist? Now, that’s interesting. Looking at Kyle, he’s definitely a heartbreaker in this lifetime. Vale could only admire his look at the back of her sunglasses. Even if he didn’t wear the brown leather jacket, he definitely can pull off his look with any type of fashion.

Tyra footsteps echoed softly across floor with faint sounds of the security system. The smell of old sculptures filled the air with spotlights casting shadows across the walls, highlighting colors and shapes Tyra would usually appreciate for art but Tyra's attention was somewhere tonight. “You know the cameras are on, right?” Kyle said casually, leaning on the wall. She glanced around and as known, the small black lenses peered from the corners of the room, unblinking. “I… I know,” she admitted. “That’s part of the fun,” he whispered as he walked up behind her, placing his head on her shoulder, his lips dangerously close to her ear.

32 3RD POV. Kyle drags his feet weakly as he nears Kade, who’s found a branch within the woods to sit on while he sips his coffee. “I wonder how you’re peaceful here, mute and static.” Kyle speaks out with a sense of pain in his voice. “I feel bored.”