All Chapters of Graycorts : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I was grinning like an idiot while I waited for my prey to exit the school. Benefits of stalking the kid for the last two weeks, I knew when he should be leaving the building, and through which door. I didn’t have long to wait. The idiot came out, and he was with a few of his friends, including a cheerleader or two. So that’s how he’d seen the video. I knew Kirsten had sent it to the entire cheer squad and the football team. Bitch. I slid up from behind him and put my arm around his shoulders. “If it isn’t my friend, Zack,” I said with a malicious smile. “I need to have a chat with you.” I started to lead him away from his friends. “Oh, hey, Nate. Going to kill me?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

I’d learned more about Kimi in the last hour than I’d learned in the last six months. I quickly shifted in her back seat, then pulled my clothes back on. We’d left together after school, and I shifted on the way to the therapist’s.  “So, where to next?” I asked when I was fully clothed and climbing into the front seat.  “Fuck!” she swore. “Give a girl warning when you’re going to move while she’s driving! I suppose you want to talk about what I said in there?” I shook my head. “Nope. What happens in therapy, stays in therapy unless you want to discuss it.” “A bit like Fight Club, huh?” she chuckled.

“Whoever invented these torture devices needs to be resurrected and shot,” I grumbled to Kam as we were getting ready for the dance. The girls were in Kimi’s room, while Kam and I were in his. I had been attempting to knot a tie at my throat, but failed miserably.  Kam laughed at me. “I agree, but Rose says they make a man look smoking hot.” I glanced at him in the mirror. He was wearing a white long sleeve button down shirt, black tie, and a black and gold vest with black slacks.  “Well,” I said, throwing my tie behind me, “I’m not trying to impress your girlfriend.” “No, just my sister,” Kam smirked. I flipped him off, then rearranged my shirt in the mirror. I had on a black button down and b

“I’m going to put you down, bitch!” I screamed at the screen as Jimmy and I were competing in Soul Calibur. He was playing his favorite character, and I had mine.  He just laughed at me. “You’ll never escape my chain sword!” His character had a sword that would extend like a chain and whip the other characters. Bastard. “Your back is weak, and I am fast.” I maneuvered my character so that she could spin and hit his character’s back. It’s a cheap shot, but one guaranteed to bring victory if repeated. “Come on, Jimmy, kick her ass,” my stupid boyfriend cheered. I snorted. He knows I could whoop his ass at this game any day of the week, if he doesn’t cheat. 

“She can shift!” Rose burst into my room the Monday before I had therapy. It had been almost two weeks since Dr. Mayfeld had given me the assignment to figure out what I wanted in a guy. I’d put her off last week talking about Nate, and I probably gave her the wrong idea. I was trying to get my list ready for my session when Rose burst in. “Are you talking about Mal?” “Yes!” she groaned. “The brat keeps popping up in random places as different creepy animals. Last night, I tried to go to bed, but I couldn’t. There was a capuchin named Mallory in my bed.” I laughed at the imagery. “Sounds like she’s getting pretty good at it.” Rose flopped