2023 Watty nominated.
Haze is running for her very own life.
Her mother has to throw her into a supernatural high school just to keep her daughter safe from him.
There in Cranston High she will meet her love interest that will either help her in...
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The continuous anxiety melded in me after my mates departure is the only thing that I can even remotely concentrate on since they all left me alone hours ago.
I feel as if something terrible is going to happen to either me or them and I can't seem to shake this awful feeling of dread that keeps catapulting within me. It's like this intense worry has melted into the very core of my bones.
I thought that if I could keep myself preoccupied by doing some senseless random things around Torqs apartment that I could maybe rid myself of this agonizing feeling within me but nothing seems to be helping in the slightest.
I also tried to keep myself entertained by watching some senseless movie on Netflix but it didn't keep my mind from circling back to my escalating worrying. I just can't seem to shake this awful feeling.
When I check the clock mounted up on the wall again for what seems like the hundredth time tonight, my frazzled nerves starts to deepen. I'm just hoping that Troy would arrive here soon or else I just may go mad with this constant aching worry.
I cuss under my breath when I realize that he is already over thirty minutes late and for the life of me I can't imagine what could be keeping him.
As I bite down on my thumbnail anxiously again with my leg steadily bouncing aimlessly on my sofa, like it has been doing for the last three damn hours, I can't help but to check the clock on the far wall, yet again.
What the hell is keeping him?
I could kick myself for not asking Torq or either Diesel for his cellphone number, like I should have, before they left but my mind was mainly focused on their departure and I wasn't thinking too clearly over the minuscule little things apparently.
Hearing a girl scream from the movie I'm watching on my television, I nearly jumped right out of my pants out of fear.
Fuck! I really need to get myself together before I end up having a damn heart attack. I don't know why I feel so damn stressed suddenly but I just can't seem to shake this eerie feeling that's essentially devouring me.
I slap my thigh as I reach out to grab ahold of the television remote to pause the movie and grab me something to drink. I so need a damn distraction right now and I think that a good stiff drink just might do the trick.
With that thought in my mind, I hurry off to the kitchen to look around for some of Torqs expensive alcohol that I know for a fact that he keeps in there just for special occasions but as I start to walk to the kitchen a soft repetitive knock comes sounding out from the front door.
Smiling halfheartedly, I automatically turn my direction from the kitchen to head back into the living room to open the door for Troy. Relief instantly washes over me knowing that he has finally arrived.
As I placed my hand on the front door handle I quickly pause my actions.
With my nerves so damn frazzled I'm definitely not thinking too clearly. I almost opened door willingly without even asking who may be beyond the door. I so need to get my head in the game.
