True to the Fang

Chapter 4

Trying not to have a panic attack, I look at Sienna. "You know that is the complete opposite of what I want to do." I squeak, unsure of if she actually heard me.

I feel my whole body shaking, just hearing his name makes me nervous. Seeing him is gonna make me go into a panic attack, guaranteed.

Asher is my ex - boyfriend.

I haven't told Sienna what really happened between Asher and I. I didn't want her to think low of me or ruin her relationship with her brother.

Yes, you heard correctly. They are brother and sister. However, they are nothing alike.

Sienna is sweet, kind, and she knows when she does wrong.

Asher is none of those things.

I'm not one to talk down on my exes, because I used to love them. I used to think highly of them, so I don't do it.

Asher is different though. He hurt me in more ways than one. He's another reason why I swore off boys until college is over.

Asher broke me, literally.

"You're going to have to face him sometime. I mean, we are related and all." Sienna says.

"I know I will, but I would not like to do it at a party playing beer pong with the guy." I say quietly.

She whips her head over to look at me. "You guys broke up seven months ago, Hannah."

Poor Sienna, if you only knew, you'd understand why I'm so terrified of your brother.

"It still hurts." I whisper, under my breath.

I put my keys into my car and unlock it, hopping in.

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Arriving back at our dorm, I find myself thinking about the mysterious guy that was watching me.

It was like his eyes pulled me in. If it wasn't for Alyssa distracting me, I'm not sure how long I would have stared at him.

The way his eyes burnt through me, made it feel like he knew my whole life story. That caused me to shiver.

Did he know something about me?

Of course not. He was merely a stranger. But why did he seem so familiar then?

Shaking off that thought, I walk into my room and sit down on my bed. Still holding my bag and purse , I lay my purse down next to me and then open the bag.

I pull out my costume so I can start getting ready.

As I pulled it out, a small piece of paper falls to the floor, but I ignore it knowing it was the receipt.

It's already five forty seven now, the party starts in three hours. That should definitely give me enough time to get a shower and get ready.

I'm such a perfectionist. I hate that I need to know everything is perfect. Knowing how long it takes to get ready and how long it will take to get there, means a lot to me.

I hate being to late or to extremely early somewhere. I need to arrive on time or I feel out of place.

Most of the time I purposely make myself late or early so I try to get used to it. But it still bothers me, nonetheless.