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    I nod and he opens my car door. “Cool, do you want to change?”
    I look down at my jean shorts and tank top. “Do I need to?”
    His greedy eyes trail the length of my body, stopping on my breasts. “Not at all, but I know some girls like to wear dresses and heels to parties.” I eye the bag again and he smirks. “I have plenty for you too.”

 
     

     
    I’VE FOLLOWED THIS LITTLE SHI T for a week, waiting for him to fuck up. I decided to go against my nature and not kill him. Instead, I’ll use the law to teach him a lesson. I’m an asshole but I don’t go around killing everyone I have a grievance with, even if I want to.
    After Ryan’s run-in with this bully, things haven’t calmed down. , instead they escalated, the fucker tripped Ryan down some stairs, breaking his arm. To say the need for his blood on my hands is strong would be an understatement. My brother’s not perfect but he’s my brother and I’ll protect him no matter what.
    I follow him as he leaves his dorm with his best friend. He’s carrying a bag filled with bottles of alcohol. They walk across the parking lot and stop next to a sporty BMW. He raps his knuckles on the window and talks to whoever is inside. When he opens the door, the grin on his face tells me he either just won the lottery or the person in the car is someone he’s interested in. Tanned, toned legs, little jean shorts fitted over a sexy as sin ass, small waist, perfect tits, full lips.
    Melody Masters.
    She’s Ryan’s age, turned twenty last month. Only sibling is a half-brother who hired me for the job. She has an aunt on her mother’s side, no living grandparents. She’s completely alone now. I’ve obsessed over the details of the job since that night, getting all the information on the girl who has the power to stop me from being me. I should have known it was her from the number on her license plate. I’ve memorised every detail I can get about her. It’s been two weeks since I watched her break, and two weeks of dreaming about her green eyes as a single tear leaked free. Two weeks of going over and over that night, and how I should have done things differently.
    I follow them as they walk across the campus and end up at a frat house. She’s not dressed in the skimpy outfits like most of the girls going in there but she still gains attention; a beacon in a dark ocean. She’s unique. The fact she’s even here two weeks after her parents were brutally slain is unbelievable, unless she’s changed. Unless she let the winter ice freeze over the warmth and is now like me… indifferent.
    Clive can’t stop eye raping her as she stands looking uncomfortable, stepping from one foot to the other, her hands fidget at her side, her eyes scanning everything but him. She nudges the prick’s arm and gestures towards the bag his friend is holding. He reaches for it and pulls out a bottle. They make their way around the house to the backyard where the party is in full swing. I blend in to a crowd of guys laughing and catcalling at a girl whose top is completely transparent; her tits are on full display reminding me I haven’t got laid in a couple of weeks and I need a release. I stay in the background, watching as Melody accepts a red cup from a guy standing at a keg, filling drinks for everyone. She takes a shot from the dick who brought her here and shrugs off his over-familiar hand, shaking her head at him. He pouts like a woman and offers her another shot which she necks then hands the empty cup to him. We have officers who give talks about accepting open drinks from people at parties in high school. She is being flippant with her safety and it irritates me. The fact I’m getting irritated irritates me further. A growl crawls up my throat but I focus my energy and push it back down. The friend that came with them seems to be glued to a bottle while he watches them, and I bide my time on the outer edge looking in, waiting.
     

     
    The night wears on with more