The last bell rang, and Tiffany couldn’t get out of her class fast enough. It’s not that she hated school or anything. She enjoyed some of her classes.
But she would rather be home and spend time with her brothers.
She quickly approached her locker, eager to escape the crowded hallways and retreat to the solace of her bedroom. As she fumbled with the combination lock, a familiar presence made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
Jacob Randell sauntered down the hallway, his steps echoing with unmistakable confidence. Tiffany’s heart rate quickened as she sensed him drawing near. She kept her eyes fixed on her locker, hoping he would pass by without incident.
No such luck. Jacob came to a stop right beside her, leaning his muscular frame against the adjacent lockers with practiced
