Panic swells up inside me. I stumble over my own feet as I race to the window. As soon as I reach it, a shadow appears. I wish it were Callum, but the terrible feeling in my gut tells me it’s not. Levi presses his forehead to the glass and his lips curl into a sinister grin.

“Let me in.” His fingers drum on the glass in a slow, taunting way that has every hair on my arms standing on end.

“N-No.” I try to keep my eye on Levi, who’s thankfully safely locked out, as I also text Callum.

Me: Please hurry. Levi’s trying to get into my room and he’s scaring me.

“Who are you texting?” Levi barks out. “Me and Mr. Park came to an agreement about you. He won’t be saving you.”

I snap my head up and gape at him. “What?”

His evil grin is back. “I know you fucked him at school today.”

Bile creeps up my throat. How could he possibly know this? And of all people to find out, why him? He’s the one person who can use it against me in the worst possible way. The only person who would want to.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I tear my stare from him to send Callum another text.

Me: He knows. I don’t know how, but he knows. I’m so sorry, Callum. I don’t know what he’ll do with this information.

Bang!

I cry out in surprise. Levi’s fist remains resting against the window beside his face. He hit it hard enough I’m genuinely shocked it didn’t break. Darren will kill him if he breaks the window.

“You’re going to let me into this room or I’m going to the cops. I’ll tell them what a perv your teacher is.” He sneers at me. “Your choice. Let me in and I’ll keep it quiet.”

At what cost?

I don’t trust this monster a bit.

Still no response from Callum. I’m half-tempted to text Gemma, but I don’t need her getting involved. What if Levi hurts her? I’d never be able to live with myself.

“I’m going to tell Darren and Mom what you’re doing,” I threaten. “They’ll come back and Darren will be pissed at you.”

Levi’s nostrils flare. I know I’ve struck a nerve. Darren isn’t a good stepfather by any stretch, but he’s also a shitty dad to Levi. He knows if Darren comes back, it won’t be pretty.

“Text him and I’ll go straight to the cops.” Levi tilts his head and narrows his eyes. “How long do you think it’ll take for them to arrest him?”

“I’m eighteen,” I shout. “They can’t do anything to him.”