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I’ve said it. Never denying what I am. I’m a monster.

Her monster.

And that won’t change, no matter how many more times I’ll have to prove that to her.

She can try to run, but she can’t escape.

Bratty behavior and all, she’s still mine.

21

MADELYN

Lunch time is the first time I can take a breath all day.

Instead of sitting in the teachers’ lounge with Hannah, I promise to catch up with her later and rush to my classroom.

The hangover is giving me a hard time, and I’ve barely been able to keep my head up. My temples are killing me. Hannah understands. She, too, has a horrible headache, despite showing up to work with a permanent smile.

Strolling the hallways, my head is scrambled. This doesn’t make sense. Yesterday was a big fuck you to my stalker. I broke our promise. A terrible move on my part, because he could very well keep his word about my punishment. But it seems that he didn’t. It was all talk.

Still, what happened last night…with Kayden…

My whole body’s still experiencing the consequences of those actions.

Once I reach my classroom, I’m startled out of my thoughts by the tumbler on my desk.

I—I didn’t put that there.

A few students are in the room, but none of them look up as I walk in, their heads in their phones, others talking loudly with friends.

I approach the desk with careful steps and lift the tumbler. A note stuck to it relieves my concerns. The handwriting’s different. It’s not him.

I had to leave early for practice, but I wanted you to have this. A little hangover cure I curated myself. It’s supposed to be healthy.

Promise it’s not poison.

I giggle at that remark.

Hope it helps.

-Kayden

A warm feeling makes camp in my chest. I open the tumbler and scan the contents. Overnight oats with ginger bits, bananas, and drizzled with honey.

I smile, butterflies filling up my belly.

I can’t believe Kayden made this for me while I was probably on my fifth wet dream about him. He had to have made it last night, after everything we did.

The thought makes my cheeks burn. He cares about me.

I rush out of the classroom with the tumbler, desperate to try it somewhere away from all the noise.

I find the perfect spot in detention.

Grabbing the front desk and sitting behind it, I open the tumbler and spoon a bite.

The sweetness of the honey mixed with the texture of the oatmeal and the bitterness of the ginger creates an explosion of flavors in my mouth. I find myself moaning. It’s delicious.