New school, new start, but that doesn't mean old habits fade. And one of those bad habits may or may not be stalking. This odd knack however quickly leads into some unwanted consequences when a rather strange individual shows up to class the first d...
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The next dawn you wake up by gracelessly falling of your couch with a dull thud and a surprised gasp, instantly making you hate this day before it had even started, in rather unpleasant way at that. For a moment you just lay on the floor, cursing like a bitter sailor at how much your damn back still hurt, all those lesions and bloodshot skin really were something you wouldn't forget anytime soon. Not that you wanted to anyway, but for your pride sake you might as well pretend. But since you knew you had places to be, a reading to be exact, so you force yourself to get ready for just another dull day of college. Anything would be better than the embarrassment of yesterday though, so you don't feel too bad, that had by far been the most abysmal family meetup you ever had to witness, so some wholesome university time might help you get your mind away from Jamie for a while.
But as you were changing your clothe into something less unceremonious, your eyes suddenly get caught by the safe, making you recall the bag of crack that still laid in there. Maybe it would be smart to take it, if you went looking, or better tracking, for Jamie later; maybe a sort of blackmail tactic if he didn't react well to you following him regardless of the clear order not to. So you decide to securely stash the small plastic bag between your folders, making sure it wasn't easily visible to the naked eye. Better safe than sorry. So you fleetly pack the remainder of your stuff and lethargically make your way to the bus without breakfast, as every morning if it wasn't interrupted by a certain someone.
Sitting in the crowded bus, you can't help but to absently fiddle around with the honed studs your belt, you just liked to internally replay yesterday's events, and every time you looked at it you could feel the weals on your back aching a little harder. Maybe you had enjoyed the beating more than you should have, just maybe it had given you more of a thrill than you had wanted it to. Even when you make your walk over campus today, it turns out to be especially awkward. Now that your neck was fully exposed for everyone to gawk at the rather prominent, dark hickies ornamenting your skin all the way down to your collar, and visibly further. But for once you really didn't care, all you could think about was the damn stockpile of crack in your bag, and the bloody gashes on your back, both things better kept a secret.
As expected, Rat didn't show up to attend the reading, if to just avoid you or just because he didn't care was beyond you, probably a mixture of both though. So you just silently tolerate the reading, annotating points of importance and regularly updating the notes you had on all your classmates. And surprisingly, during the reading you almost completely forget about Jamie for a moment, too occupied with other things just for a few hours of blissful learning without being interrupted by that beautiful mess of a human. But that distraction is only a temporary pleasure, as when the professor dismisses everyone, you instantly remember what you still were in for today accompanied with a shiver racing down your spine.
However, as you are about to wander out of the room, you are caught off by a familiar gruff face, Mako Rutledge. "Y/N, do you happen to have a moment?" He huffs with the usual rough voice, making freeze in your tracks near instantly. "S-Sure, I have some time to spare. What's the matter? Is something wrong with Jamie?" You instantly inquire with a far too obvious solicitous voice, not able to hide the sligh worry in your quivering words in the slightest. The hoary man laughs at your straight forward question, seemingly amused with the distress written all over your face. "Can you read minds by any chance? Yes, I was actually going to ask you if you saw that punk around, but judging by your reaction you don't know either. I was just starting to get worried, he hasn't been home in three night now, and I know that he's probably up to no good. But don't worry about it too much, I'm sure he's fine, wouldn't be the first times he's gone for so long. That brat just doesn't know his limits."
