Emily POV
"Guys" I try to speak but the mumbling isn't picked up by even the closest bug at my feet.
Lana and Blake keep chattering about insignificant things that keep them occupied and my soul slips out of my body's packaging as I watch inertly as the car has the time to park, shut off the bodywork, and open the pilot's door without either of them noticing.
As my eyes focus on the door of that car, I watch as out of it clearly emerges my six-foot-four tormentor, sporting tight jeans, black military boots, and a black hoodie screaming at me in five different languages run.
