I’m mad now.
You thought I was Spencer?
Fucking Raul Spencer?
Pfft, I’m tempted to show myself.
But that will be too soon.
You’re not so smart after all.
I love smart girls.
I may stop loving you, my love.
Now, do as I say. Stop Vanderbilt from going to the away game.
I stood in my room reading the note for the tenth time. Or was it the eleventh?
I can’t remember. My hands felt sticky against the note.
I had just come out from the bathroom after taking a relaxing bath. I was putting on my Oversized T-shirt when I noticed something on the bed. It was another envelope. On my bed. Someone had broken in whilst I was naked, home alone and in the bathroom. How scary was that? Oh my God. I clutch my only clothing against my chest.
It wasn’t Raul. And he wasn’t the one threatening me.
