Jack's POV

A week has passed since meeting Emily, and she hasn't spared a single glance in Jack's direction. It's maddening. Despite his current status as a popular jock—charming, well-built, and with a face that's practically a masterpiece—she's resolutely avoiding him. Why would she avoid someone she doesn't even know?

A sudden realization strikes: Did Rose say something about him? The thought grips him with momentary fear, but it quickly dissipates. Rose was infatuated with him. A smirk appears. There's no way she would have disobeyed him. She was obsessed with being part of the "IT" crowd, just like everyone else. It's pathetic how they all crave that validation. But Jack can use this to his advantage. He knows his target and is set to aim.

The challenge of Emily makes him more eager. The thought of her screaming in pain is thrilling. A dark satisfaction creeps in. Stupid bitch.

Jack has spent the past week digging into her background. No social media presence and limited information beyond her address and phone number. He needs more to manipulate her, to make her fall for him, and then to get her to obey.

A sinister grin spreads across Jack's face as he anticipates the thrill of hurting her. The excitement is almost intoxicating.

Though she's a bully, Emily refused to join their gang. Yet, she's a storm on her own. Even Casey is secretly afraid of her, which is rare. All the more reason she should be eliminated.

Now parked outside her house, he watches as she pulls into the driveway and goes inside. He pulls out his phone and smirks. Time to start the act.

Emily's POV

Storming into the aunt's house where she's staying, Emily vents her frustration by smashing everything in sight. For the entire week, Jack's presence has been a constant source of irritation. She's been deliberately avoiding him, knowing he thrives on a chase. Her plan is to lure him in, make him think she's falling for his game, and then strike when he least expects it.

A sigh escapes as she runs a hand through her hair. It's exhausting maintaining a facade, but dropping her guard isn't an option. Noticing his car parked outside confirms he's not the only one doing his homework.

A wicked grin spreads across Emily's face. It feels both foreign and fitting. You've made me like this, Jack. If it's a game you want, then it's a game you'll get. Just don't expect to win this time. There's a new player in town, and she knows every move he'll make.