JADE'S POV
The only reason chemistry class is bearable for me is that I'm lab partners with Chelsea Morgan.
The tall brunette is actually the only person I talk to in this school.
We've been friends since elementary school but we became closer after Caden left.
I have my suspicions that she became friends with me in the first place because she's always had this maxi 'insta' crush on Caden and being his best friend then, I was like the access card to getting any close to him.
Over the years though, she's stopped quizzing me so much about him and paid more attention to really being my friend.
Now, were best friends.
It not like she's totally over her obsession with Caden, for Christ's sake the girl has pictures of him in her room, but now we talk about just us and about him only every once in a while.
I'm early, considering the class is still half empty and 'Baldy' is not even here yet.
In case you were wondering, Baldy is a nick name that stuck on Mr Baldwin for generations now.
It might be as a short form for his name or just because the man is actually bald, I'll never know for sure, because it didn't start with me or anybody in my year at that.
I stroll over to our table and seeing as she's not here yet, I begin going through what we have today.
My fickle mind drifts back to Lizzy instead of staying put on the chemistry book I was trying to read.
The look she'd shot me when she saw me standing with Caden earlier had been blood chilling and threatening.
Is she the one sending me those nasty notes?
If yes then why?
It's not like I'm a threat to whatever it is she has with Caden.
We were never an item before and he's never liked me that way.
There's no way he'd start now, not when he's severed ties with me.
"Off in wonderland again, I see. Hope my baby isn't starring in this one." Chelsea jokes as she takes the seat next to me.
Her baby, that's what she calls Caden now.
"Go away Ches, this is serious. I got another note today." I move closer to her to avoid being overheard.
"It's scaring me that someone keeps getting into my locker despite the fact that I keep changing my combination because of them."
"Hey girl, everything is gonna be okay." She tries soothing me.
"Anybody you pissed off real bad recently or in the past?" She asks trying to play Sherlock.
I raise my brow at her, like she even needs to ask that.
The answer is no.
I've been more invisible in this school than anyone I know.
"Nope." I answer just to get her talking again.
I spy Baldy coming into to the class from the corner of my eye and I hush Ches.
She quit playing Sherlock immediately as we silently agree to leave it for some other time.
The experiment Baldy is expounding on is one I love so much, Chelsea hates it though, so I let everything else fade away except my grousing partner and the teacher.
It seemed like the time flew while we were at it much to my disappointment and Chelsea's glee.
I attend a couple more classes, one with Ches and the other without, before the reliving bell of dismissal went off.
Ches had to run almost immediately, something about having to be somewhere for her mum.
I detour and trudge down to the football field, taking a seat on one of the freshly painted benches.
Yeah, yeah....I need to return his book.
I watch him play like the pro he is.
No, I didn't come for this reason.
I'm here cause of the book in my possession, seeing him play is just the bonus for my troubles.
He calls out orders to his team mates in his resonating, commanding voice that always spurs others to do his biddings.
Perks of being team captain I guess.
I had to wait after the game so he could go freshen up in their locker room.
"Having you come to me not once but twice in one day is quite the surprise."
He jabs when he finally gets out. "isn't it, little Jay?"
I roll my eyes.
Of course it is, I think sarcastically, like I'm the one that started all this.
"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't necessary, Caden."
"So what brings the school's ghost to me, again." He drew out the last part, as if emphasising it.
I bit back a sarcastic reply, and was going to tell him about his book, that's what had brought me after all but I stopped.
Suddenly, wheels were turning in my head and I was coming together with an idea that might save my ass.
This is the almighty Caden Jones.
He has it all, would it be so bad to ask his help with my present predicament in exchange for his book.
I sure hope to heaven and back that this is important to him.
"I have something that belongs to you."
I started and watched his eyes darken in a blink.
Oh wow.
I think he knows what I'm talking about and it looks like the bad boy loves his book.
He didn't say a word, just scowling at me and probably hoping to scare me into returning it.
"But I need your help in exchange for it."
I finished, hopeful.
He scoffed.
"Sorry baby girl but I don't play games." He said without so much as cracking a smile.
"You have my book, give it back. And if you've ope....."
"Don't hold your breath, I didn't." I said angrily, cutting him off.
"But I'm not giving it back unless you promise to help me."
It took a while but he gave in and asked.
"What do you want? A taste of Caden? Want my pickle in your jar, hun?"
His words were insulting and I had to remind myself that this wasn't my Caden.
"No, thanks, not a fan of STDs. Someone keeps threatening me and they leave these creepy notes in my locker. I need help finding who they are and what they want before they hurt me."
He looked angry by the time I was done and I didn't know if it was because of what I'd said about the STDs or because I refused to return his book.
"Okay." He replied me.
That's it?
Well it works for me.
"Thank you." I said, out of options.
He tried a smile I knew was fake.
I would have dared to think it beautiful if it wasn't.
"Have my book ready princess, I'll hand you the ass you need and you hand me my baby unscathed and unopened."
Jerk.
I turn and head to my car.
"What in the red rock river blazes!" I scream as I got to it.
I vaguely hear Caden coming to me and asking if I'm okay as I stare at the slashed rubbers that had been my tyres.
Tears flood my eyes as they land on the white sheet stuck on my back wheel.
It has the same scrawny writing and signed with the same sickening smiley face.
"This is what you get when you don't read my note!! Damn Jade."
JADE'S POVThe annoying bell for change of class is a welcome distraction to me.I didn't think I could stomach one more second in this class without loosing it.This week have been hellish for me and my car tyres getting slashed yesterday just takes the icing off that cake.I need air.I stood up like everyone else, only in more haste to get out than most of them.I headed out of the suddenly suffocating room and drew in gulps of refreshing air as I went.It felt good drawing that breath.I headed straight to my locker to swap my books and get ready for my next class that's just minutes away.As I pulled open my locker, I stood there, frozen.Oh God, not again.Someone has been in it again.That someone, whoever they are, had been in my locker and had gone through my stuffs again.I know this because the paper was back and sitting proudly on the top of my books
CADEN'S POVI sauntered down the hallway, taking a turn and then headed down to the music room.The room is always empty at this time of the day and currently it's my safe haven for whenever I have a free period, like now.Yeah, sue me for wasting Jade's time knowing she had class and I don't, but it had been beautiful watching her talk and order me.Cute, actually.I still have her paper in the back pocket of my pants.The memory of the fire that had been in her eyes as she'd fought and failed to take it from me made me smile.I'm not sure why, but I kinda like the girl she's become.But things are too different now, we run in different circles, and I'm not sure she'd like to come into mine if I tried.She might not be safe in it either.I push the door opens go inside the empty room.Oh, I'd expect
JADE'S POVIt's been a few days since Ilast received a note from my stalker, and honestly, I'm not sure if I'm totally relieved about it or not.I mean, if they keep coming, I'd just have to be creeped out by the sick, psychotic words scrawled inside it by the sick pervert, but now I have to worry too about what they are using all this extra time for.Planning to really hurt me this time? Do more than slash my tyres?I shudder at the thought, letting my eyes dart around the corners of the street I'm walking down.Chills settled around me from wondering about the possibility of something happening and being worried out of my mind.I walk faster down the street, suddenly uncomfortable.I couldn't help wondering if any of these averagely normal looking people making their ways up and down the street is the reason I live my life in fear these days.It's
JADE'S POVWe spent our morning following our usual routine.From aisle to aisle, oh-ing and ah-ing and buying almost nothing.Yeah, welcome to the broke girls club. Yup, we broke, we own it and we still storm here every weekend.I was tired out by the time we finally called quits and tracked it to our favorite cafe instead.You guessed it right, it's Libby's, with her mouth watering coffee and orgasmic sponge cakes.I wish I know the secret to their deliciousness.I took a forkful of the cake, moaning as I savored the flavored goodness."Ughhhh, this is so good." I complimented with a little dramatic effect, getting a seconding and firm agreement from Ches.We were silently milking every delicious flavor from our snack until I decided it was getting too quiet."Guess who finally texted me back, after six full month
JADE'S POVI have about a million and one things I want to tell at him right now, and trust me, not half of them is nice.But at the moment, I'm choosing staying alive first.My hands are clutching hard around his torso as he ferries us away at break neck speed, obviously exploiting my dislike for both speed and bikes.His might be all expensive and beastly, but it scares me all the same.I hated that I couldn't do anything except hold on tight and pray that we get quickly to the god-knows-where destination he has in mind and let me off his beast.Finally, my prayers take hold and the answer comes in the form of the Jones home.Oh God, this is like the last place on the planet that I want to be now and I'm sure Caden knows that.At least the stupid smirk on his face as he helps me down says so.A lot has changed around here since the last time I visited.That was years ago, I think, since the day they packed
CADEN'S POVI brought her over so we can go over the mess she's stuck in, but I might as well have brought her here for Matt.Nigga can't keep his eyes off her and why that pisses me the hell off, I don't kn..... you know what, I know but I've chosen denial over truth.I'm beginning to regret getting him involved in the first place and going ahead to invite him to my house.I ignore his loose focus and wandering eyes and turn my attention to Jade.She didn't look averse to the obvious attention pouring in from Mr lover boy over there and it caused a stir inside me.I don't want to admit it, but I felt jealous, jealous at the small smile gracing her lips at Matt's antics."What are we doing here?"That had been her question right?"Sit down Jade, we've got to talk."She was hesitant, even as she final
JADE'S POV"Lizzy"I muttered to myself, I'd almost let these past few days rob me of the fact that Caden does have a girlfriend.Almost.Well, my bad and not anymore because she's here stamping ownership all over him like I'm about to steal him or something.You can keep him sis, no matter how much I want him, I won't fight over a guy that barely notices I have boobs and not a rock solid chest.And hey, there are barely any female legs in town that he's not been between, I like being the exception too much to fight.I didn't hear what she told him, mostly because I didn't want to, but the smacking kiss she pressed to his lips was kinda hard to miss.I try to convince myself that the only feeling that spiked inside me was indifference but it was hard believing it."Liar." My subconscious accused having a field day in my head.I watched him let her through the door and into the house, her head held high and her nos
"Hey, pancakes."I smile at my phone as I read the text on display.Of course it's Matt, the only person I know on the face of earth with an aversion to pancakes.Like, how can you not like pancakes?Who dosen't?Nobody, except him.He literally hates the thing and when I raised a campaign on how that's like the best breakfast ever, especially when dripping with syrup, he took to calling me 'pancakes'.Over the past couple of days, since the day he dropped me off, I've kinda kept in touch with him, turns out he's really a cool person.If only I wasn't already so taken by the one guy that barely acknowledges the fact that I'm female and not a dude, i could easily fall for him."Miss me already, do you?" I text back, falling into bed with a goofy smile on my face."Haa, you wish."Maybe I do.It'd be nice to know that someone actually pays me a thought every once in a while.The buzzing of my ri