Cronan’s POV
Seated against the wall, I scuffed my heel on the roof of Violet’s oversized prison-like school building as I straightened out my knee.
It’s really not so bad up here. A little windy but the chill doesn’t bother me. Cold is comfortable for my kind. I could hear her just below me, talking to a male classmate that’s showing far too much interest and she seems unaware of it. Of him. All she can think about is me. Bending her over a desk. Pushing her up against the bathroom wall. I’ve teased her most of today, constantly reminding her that I’m here, I’m close. Available.
Kind of bored, actually.
All day she’s fantasized. All day she’s argued with herself.
Her friends suck. I already hate them. Ethan for obvious reasons and Matt for being a dolt,
