52. I Don't Want You

Simon

I watch Olivia storm off with her brother in a rage.

She has that look on her face. Like she is about to kill someone. The face of a jilted lover.

I smile dubiously. Dear brother must've rejected her for the hundredth time. Why won't this silly little girl learn already? She wants what she can't have.

I wait until she finishes arguing with her brother before storming inside the house. After that, it was my turn.

Then I wait, and I wait some more until everyone goes to bed for the night.

I fiddle with the latch until the window breaks open then I slip inside the house. I creep upstairs. I already know where her bedroom is, so it doesn't take me long to find it.

Her door was open, so I walked inside effortlessly with a smug smile painted on my lips.

She has her head buried inside a book, so she doesn't hear me come in.

I hold back a chuckle as I read the title of her book.

"I'm sorry, 'Sexting with a Vampire?' Is that the kind of thing you like reading?"

Olivia squeals loudly and