Chapter 8 No.8

Jennie Wilson POV

My skin started tingling with strange awkwardness. His green eyes! They are so beautiful! His face was perfect! Nose, eyes, jaw everything!

A few seconds passed as we glared each other, our faces only a breath away and heat spread through my chest.

He looked at my lips making me blush now. God! Why isn't he moving off.

Then suddenly somebody pushed his shoulder, which made him stumble back.

" How dare you touch my bestie, you bastard! Stay away from her you filthy animal " Lisa spat angrily at him pulling me towards her.

He was just standing there, livid, looking at Lisa and me like we were his worst enemies.

The muscle of his jaw ticked " F***ing b*tches! Bloody gold diggers, you think I want to touch this f***ing piece of trash, you sluts are not even worth it."

" What did you say" Lisa barked at him. Rose stopped her, holding her waist.

" How dare you....you are piece of thrash, bloody psychopath. Who the hell wants your money, you asshole" I spat the words like fire.

He was fuming with anger now. He stepped forward to....hit us?!

Suddenly Blake and another tall guy stopped him, by holding his waist.

" Ha here they are, your watchdogs" Lisa spat.

Blake gave us a death glare. He fisted his hands " Shut your bloody mouth, I might rip your throat off"

" Oh yeah, let's see how you do it " Lisa stepped forward. Rosé and I pulled her back.

" Why you...."

" Stop it all of you " Emma started taking steps towards us.

" Are you trying to create a scene here, it's Hunsberg University for God sake! Rosé take Jennie and Lisa out of here I will handle them " She shouted angrily.

Rosé dragged me and Lisa out of there.

" What does he think of us, and you Jennie what were you thinking!? You should have slapped him when he touched you" Lisa snapped at me.

" His grip was too tight, I fought back many times, don't blame me" I said rolling my eyes.

" Forget it everyone, don't spoil your mood because of those jerks, who wants some Burger" Rosé chirped.

" Me!" Lisa and I said excited. We headed towards canteen.

At night....10 pm

I was feeling exhausted, I lay across the bed. Sadness is creeping its way into me. I was called gold digger, slut, stone hearted, heartless.

Can't I make my own decisions. In fact he wants me to stay away from him.

I am not a gold digger, does he think everything runs on money! He is just a spoiled brat, don't stress yourself Jennie....these rich lads are ruthless.

Maybe I will calm myself if I go out for a while, fresh air.

Lisa and Rosé were sleeping already. Let me buy some snacks for myself, food is the only thing which helps me to get over my sadness plus I will feel nice if I take a walk too.

Thankfully, I get to the store with no trouble. This area is more populated and has functional street lights lining the sidewalks. People go to and fro about their business, reassuring me.

It's safe here.

I hop through the door of the corner store and start scanning the shelves for something good to eat. There's isn't anyone inside except me and the cashier at the front.

I dig into pre-packaged meals, various snacks. I was shifting through the chips packages when the bell above the door clangs, alerting the staff that someone else has entered. Glancing up casually, I take in the sight of new customer.

A middle aged man with a tuft of thick hair. My blood runs cold. Not because I know him, or because he's bearing some type of weapon, or dressed like a thug. Nope!

It's because with a spine chilling, single minded intensity, the man staring me down, his dark brown eyes darkened in malice. I meet his gaze, skin crawling as a slow, wicked smile stretches his lips into thin horrifying lines. Crap!

The man casually walks into the store, looking at various things as he edges towards me without being obvious. Even now and then he glances at me from his corner of his eyes.

I casually start edging away from him. Keeping an eye on the man, I drop my hunt for food and stroll towards cashier counter. It's a young teenager maybe seventeen or eighteen, my age... working on the counter.

He's on his phone, texting away, oblivious to the tense atmosphere I've been giving off as I move in his direction. Glancing back to keep tabs on the creepy man. I freeze when my gaze passes through the window and lands on something familiar.

A pair of emerald green eyes to be exact. The person was tall maybe about 6'5"...his face was covered with black face mask.

It's only for a second I lock my eyes with that guy through the store window before he turns away, pulling the hood of his black sweatshirt further down and disappearing in the black night.

I felt like it was....Vincent!?

Why would he be here first of all...maybe it's not him after all.

His presence don't reassure me does it!?

" Excuse me " I said to the cashier pushing the snacks which i selected. I pay to it and I slip out of the door making a grand escape. I start walking in the direction of the Rosé's house.

I felt like somebody is watching me, following me. I turn back and i find the same middle aged man I met in the store.

Oh God!

Is he stalking me!? Is he following me!!? What should I do now!!?

I started raising my speed. My brain was reeling out. I wasn't thinking straight. I don't know where I was going!.... Am I lost!? I wasn't finding Rosé's house, I was in unknown lane, I got lost. I was freaking out because of that stalker.