If I could, I’d have moved myself into her classes, or her into mine, but I can’t. I’m still a senior and she’s a sophomore, but just because I’m not in the room doesn’t mean I don’t have eyes on her. Being one of The Elite is like holding the keys to the kingdom and everybody wants to be us. It was almost too easy to recruit someone in each of her classes to surreptitiously keep watch over her. Of course, they don’t actually know why they’re watching. As far as they’re concerned, they’re just doing a task for me, like passing out assigned seating charts for each class so my little bird is exactly where I want her to be, in full view of the security cameras that are fitted in each classroom.

I’m not a complete psycho; I don’t sit in a dark room watching her on a computer screen all day, I have my own classes to attend. But I do have access to all of the security recordings and livestream and if I wanted to peruse the footage of her English class, I could.

By the time the last bell of the day rings, I’m more than ready to claim her and feel her full pouty lips against mine. I’ve been imagining how excited she’ll be when I make her my queen for over a year, and today is finally the day. I’ve been patient, but I won’t wait a moment longer.

Her friend has cheer practice after school today, which means my little bird is without a ride home. There isn’t a school bus, GAA is more likely to offer a car service than a communal bus so without her ride, she’s stranded here.

I want the whole school to see her with me, to truly understand how off-limits she is, but that can wait until tomorrow when I walk her into the school holding my hand. Taking my time, I stroll down the halls, my eyes constantly searching for her, my dick hard, eager to make her mine. She’s sixteen, legal, but as far as Clay can find, she’s never had a boyfriend before. I’m glad I’ll get to be her first, her only.

By the time I reach the main doors, I’m concerned that I haven’t found her yet. She could be in the library, or watching Courtney from the bleachers, but I assumed she’d wait out front for her. Pulling my cell from my pocket I type out a message into the group chat I share with the other Elites.

Me: Where is she?

Evan, Clay and Hunter are my brothers in every way except for blood. Our parents are friends, we grew up together, holidayed together, plan to go to college together. We’re a team and although they don’t really understand my obsession with my little bird, after a year of watching, they feel almost as protective of her as I do.

Evan: She’s not in the gym, the friend is at practice but there’s no sign of Starling.