Get through Senior year. That's all I needed to do then I would finally be able to get out of Oklahoma.
Head down and keep quiet. That's all I had to do and I would survive. That was my strategy.
Until I caught the attention of the wrong person.
M...
The blonde girl laying unconscious was bleeding from the cut on her head but that's not why I was trembling. I hurt Genevieve. I injured her.
The weight of her body increases, indicating she blacked out. Forcing away this feeling inside of me, my arms swoop under her and swiftly lift her into my arms.
Supporting her upper body with a hand at the back of her, low indistinct sounds come from her.
She was beautiful.
Quickly, ignoring the unconscious girl with blonde hair, I walked out of the bathroom with Genevieve in my arms. Lucky there were few classmates, I smiled and made up some reason of a girl being unconscious in my arm without giving them a chance to say a word to me or stop me from my main goal.
I was going to make her mine and mine alone.
Mercer didn't deserve her.
I was going to be everything for her.
She was going to look at me in the same way that she looks at Mercer and she was going to forget every sick moment between them.
She and I were meant to be and I was going to make sure she knew it. No matter what it takes.
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Something was off.
"Are you okay, bro?" Adrian questions me and I respond with a small nod.
"Yeah," I look across the room, my eyes searching for Carson.
After dancing with Red nearly five minutes ago, I caught sight of him talking to a teacher. The creep looked bord and I assume it was something off-topic.
And now I can't find him.
"Are you sure?" Adrian asks me, not convinced.
Exhaling deeply, hating this feeling inside of me. With a shake of my head, I respond. "No, I think I need to go check on-"
"Mercer," The familiar sound of Tyra's high-pitched voice meets my ears.
Closing my eyes tightly, I turn to face her. I take in her look for a brief moment. Her red hair was styled in some updo and she wore a navy dress in sequence.
"What is it, Tyra?"
She smiles at me. A seductive smile. Leaning her weight on one side of her hip, she lifts her head to mine. "I want to ask the football captain for one more dance. It will be the best one."
I frown, shaking my head. I didn't have time for her being in my ear. "I will pass."
Tyra's lips turned down, the smile on her face slipping. Then her brows push together, a troubling look on her face. "What is it about her? Genevieve Santos is not someone I'd picture you with. I just don't-" She continues with her nonsense.
