Chapter 2

Freya Rose

I noticed that a man was standing behind Mason. He was staring at me like some sort of creep. I recognized him from somewhere, but I couldn't place where. Mason spotted me looking at the guy and addressed him.

“She suffers from panic attacks.”

The guy nodded, seemingly satisfied with the lie that Mason had just fed him. He continued on down the bus and into his seat. I glanced back at him, expecting him to have busied himself with something else, but he was still glaring at me. I furrowed my brow while turning back around in my seat, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the situation.

“What's up?” Mason asked me when he noticed that I was shuffling around in my seat.

“I'm sure I've seen that guy before, and he keeps staring at me,” I whispered in reply.

Mason looked at the guy then back at me.

“He's not staring at you Freya, look,” he replied, ushering me to look at the guy.

True enough, the guy had his head down and was typi