NYX STERLING
I was unexpectedly pulled into a dimly lit room, which seemed to be a generator's closet. As the lights flickered on, I was startled to see her standing there – Nyx Sterling. She had been my girlfriend during the first year of high school, but her controlling behavior and penchant marked our relationship for gossiping about others behind their backs. We eventually broke up, and she left school shortly afterward. So, why was she here now?
"Hey, umm... Nyx, what are you doing here?" I asked, feeling uneasy at her presence.
"I'm back at school. Did you miss me, babe?" she said, invading my space with an unsettling smile.
"Not really, Nyx. But I thought you had transferred schools. Why are you back?" I inquired, growing curious despite my reservations.
"Well, I did switch schools initially, but I found myself missing you too much, so here I am," she replied, her smile dripping with manipulation. I didn't return the gesture.
"Okay, but Nyx, we broke up years ago, and I've moved on. I have someone else in my life now," I reminded her, recalling our secret relationship and the confusion that followed her sudden departure.
"I don't care. I'm back, and I'll make you mine again," she declared confidently, though I couldn't help but scoff inwardly. Did she truly believe she could control my feelings?
Before I could respond, the door creaked open, revealing Jeremy. Relief flooded in me at the prospect of escaping Nyx's presence for the moment.
"Oh, Jeremy, you were looking for me earlier. Bye, Nyx," I said quickly, pulling Jeremy with me out into the hallway.
"Thank you so much, Jeremy. You saved me," I exclaimed, grateful for the interruption, though Jeremy seemed bewildered. With little time to explain, I waved goodbye and hurried to Liv's classroom.
"Here," I said, handing her a sandwich. "You might be hungry. And I'm sorry about this morning – I got you detention."
"Thank you. It wasn't your fault; it was mine," she replied softly, her eyes showing traces of redness.
"Anyway, here's the address. I want you to come over at 8 p.m. tonight, please," I said hastily, rushing off before she could refuse. If I didn't give her a chance to decline, she'd have no choice but to come, My logic..