75 - Oakley.

I adjust my backpack as I walk down the path toward the cottage. A sense of someone watching me makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

"Eva," Alexander calls.

My stomach dips as I turn to face him. "Alexander, what do you want?"

He smirks and crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against a nearby wall. "Why don't you come and sit?" He signals to the wall.

I shake my head. "I'm alright here, thanks."

His eyes narrow. "Just because you're now the principal's little pet, don't get any ideas about Natalya and me." He stalks toward me. "You may think it gives you power, but with Natalya, you stay the fuck out of it."

I glare at him. "Why don't you stop messing with Nat and admit that you have feelings for her already?"

His jaw clenches, and he stops moving toward me. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I tilt my head. "I think you know what I mean. Why else would you be so obsessed with her?"

"Obsessed?" he asks, his brow furrowing. "I'm not..." He trails off as if on