Back Feel Free to Scream
Chapters (82)
  1. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  2. 1. Claire
  3. CLAIRE
  4. 2. Keller
  5. KELLER
  6. 3. Claire
  7. CLAIRE
  8. 4. Claire
  9. CLAIRE
  10. 5. Claire
  11. CLAIRE
  12. 6. Keller
  13. KELLER
  14. 7. Claire
  15. CLAIRE
  16. 8. Claire
  17. CLAIRE
  18. 9. Keller
  19. KELLER
  20. 10. Claire
  21. CLAIRE
  22. 11. Claire
  23. CLAIRE
  24. 12. Claire
  25. CLAIRE
  26. 13. Claire
  27. CLAIRE
  28. 14. Claire
  29. CLAIRE
  30. 15. Claire
  31. CLAIRE
  32. 16. Claire
  33. CLAIRE
  34. 17. Claire
  35. CLAIRE
  36. 18. Claire
  37. CLAIRE
  38. 19. Keller
  39. KELLER
  40. 20. Claire
  41. CLAIRE
  42. 21. Claire
  43. CLAIRE
  44. 22. Claire
  45. CLAIRE
  46. 23. Keller
  47. KELLER
  48. 24. Claire
  49. CLAIRE
  50. 25. Claire
  51. CLAIRE
  52. 26. Claire
  53. CLAIRE
  54. 27. Claire
  55. CLAIRE
  56. 28. Claire
  57. CLAIRE
  58. 29. Claire
  59. CLAIRE
  60. 30. Claire
  61. CLAIRE
  62. 31. Claire
  63. CLAIRE
  64. 32. Keller
  65. KELLER
  66. 33. Claire
  67. CLAIRE
  68. 34. Claire
  69. CLAIRE
  70. 35. Claire
  71. CLAIRE
  72. 36. Keller
  73. KELLER
  74. 37. Claire
  75. CLAIRE
  76. 38. Claire
  77. CLAIRE
  78. 39. Keller
  79. KELLER
  80. EPILOGUE
  81. KELLER
  82. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

We’ve not even across the threshold when she turns to face me. “You can’t threaten those people. Don’t even try. Oh my god, Claire, this could have ended badly for you.” She shakes her head, looking at me like I’ve grown a second head. “They’re all powerful here. Not only in the school; in this town. They can literally make you disappear if they want to. Don’t piss anyone off in Thorn Falls. Especially not those who live in these houses.”

“He was going to make you kiss him,” I protest somewhat weakly.

Maybe I was projecting my issues of tonight on her a little, but surely I wasn’t wrong to make him back off?

She sighs deeply. “It’s…a game, all right? And I don’t mind any of it. Come on. I’ll take you home. Damn, you’re lucky Keller likes you,” she mutters as we walk. “I thought Cross would eat you alive on the spot. He likely would have, if he wasn’t reluctant to step on someone else’s territory.”

“I’m not Keller’s territory,” I bite out.

“Right. Just like I’d say I’m not Cross’s if anyone asked. I don’t belong to anyone. But as far as they are concerned, they’ve decided to play with us,” she explains slowly, like she would talk to a child. “And they respect that. None of the other people in those houses will really fuck with you since Keller registered an interest. It’s, like, common courtesy for them. And trust me, it comes in handy. Come on, let’s walk a little faster.”

She is eager to get me away from the house and back to the dorm. A few times, I see her turn, checking if we’re being followed, I think. Finding her entire behavior both worrying and irritating, I redirect my attention to our surroundings.

The long road between the dorm and the private houses of the rich legacy students is paved in smooth gray stone, a sidewalk on both sides of it, wide enough for three or four people to walk side by side. Each house is surrounded by gates, all electric, and I also spot security personnel walking around the buildings. Handsome, well-groomed trees have been planted both behind the houses and in front of them. It occurs to me they obscure the view from the street level to the houses. Most of the windows are tinted; despite seeing lights inside, I can’t really spot anything, not even a shadow from any windows. These places are completely private. It’s a bit of overkill for glorified frat houses.