JESSICA'S POV
I knew I couldn't hide it anymore. The way Dominic was staring at me, waiting, his hand still gripping my chin—I had to tell him something.
"Fine," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "I'll tell you."
His grip loosened but didn't let go. "I'm listening."
I took a breath. "The notes. The threatening messages in my locker. Someone's been leaving them for weeks now. 'You don't belong here.' 'Stay away from them.' 'We're watching.' That kind of stuff."
His eyes darkened. "Weeks? And you didn't think to mention this?"
"I thought it was just the cheer squad! Miranda and her friends messing with me again!" My voice rose defensively. "I didn't think it was serious until—"
"Until what?"
"Until I started feeling followed. Really followed. Not just paranoid, but actually being tr
