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Hunted 56

    ra’s POV:


    It had been two weeks since getting into Lexington, finally it was my day to move onto campus. Unlike most parents who would cry tears of joy as they escorted their kids onto campus, the only thing my father said to me was “DO NOT EMBARRASS ME!” As I made my way upstairs with the remaining of my boxes, Jason was standing in the foyer.


    “You know ra, everyone would like you more <i>if </i><i>you </i><i>didn’t </i><i>act </i><i>like </i><i>such </i><i>a </i><i>know </i>it all. Most <i>people </i>like women <i>who </i><i>are </i><i>humble </i>and demure.”


    This fucking asshole. He’s been banging my sister for over a year, caused my death in my previous life and has the nerve to preach humility. Paying him no attention, I grabbed my boxes and headed for the door. Suddenly, Jason grabbed my arm tightly.


    “<i>You </i><i>know </i><i>it </i><i>doesn’t </i><i>matter </i><i>how </i>smart <i>you </i><i>are</i><i>, </i><i>you’ll </i><i>never </i><i>be </i><i>as </i><i>good </i><i>as </i><i>Sophie</i><i>.</i>”


    I looked at Jason, this person I once loved more than anything, the person that said he would always


    love me, now aplete stranger and smiled.


    “Well <i>then </i><i>you </i><i>should </i><i>be </i><i>happy </i><i>I’m </i><i>leaving</i><i>, </i><i>for </i><i>once </i><i>you </i><i>get </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>the </i><i>smartest </i><i>person </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>room</i>.”


    With that, I snatched my arm out of his grasp leaving him fuming.


    I arrived at Lexington around noon; after getting my ss roster and filling out paper, the receptionist handed me a pair of keys.


    “Now, because <i>you’re </i><i>a </i><ite </i><i>admission</i>, <i>you </i><i>actually </i>get <i>to </i><i>stay </i>in one of our campus apartments<i>! </i>Freshman don’t <i>usually </i><i>get </i>to <i>stay </i><i>in </i>those, <i>so </i><i>everyone </i><i>is </i>going to be jealous<i>!</i><i>” </i>


    The receptionist Mrs. Martin said with a jolly expression,


    <i>“</i>Everyone is so excited to have <i>the </i>daughter of <i>Caroline </i>and Jameson Granger at the school!”


    I smiled coolly, I hated being affiliated with my father, I would have to break that connection soon.


    When I arrived at my new apartment, I could hear music ying in the living room, As I entered through the front door, I met with big green bubbly eyes and huge smile. This must be my roommate Gloria. I was paired with a Junior named Gloria Rhinehorne. I’d actually met her a few times before in my previous life. Her father was a world–renowned neurologist; she was really sweet


    then <b>as </b>well.


    <i>“</i><i>Oh</i><i>, </i><i>my </i>goodness! <i>You </i>must be the star prodigy <i>I’ve </i>heard so much about! I’m Gloria, your new


    roommate<i>.</i><i>” </i>


    I smiled brightly at my new roommate; her energy was rather infectious.


    “It’s lovely to meet you Gloria<i>, </i>I’m <i>ra </i><i>Granger</i><i>.</i>”


    Gloria chuckled as she helped me with my boxes.


    “You know, I was worried about <i>sharing </i>an apartment as young <i>as </i><i>you</i><i>, </i><i>but </i><i>you </i><i>seem </i><i>more </i>mature than people my age.”


    Iughed an ironicugh. The truth was I had the mind of an almost 30–year–old woman.


    <i>“</i>I’ve been told <i>I </i><i>was </i><i>born </i>35 <i>a </i>few <i>times</i><i>.</i><b>” </b>


    We bothughed as we made our way to my room.


    <i>“</i><i>I </i>took <i>the room </i>on <i>the right</i><i>; </i><i>I </i><i>hope </i><i>that’s </i><i>okay </i><i>with </i><i>you</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>


    I smiled brightly at Gloria, honestly, no matter what room I had, anything was better than home.


    “That’s <i>not </i><i>a </i><i>problem </i><i>at </i><i>all</i>. <i>So</i>, <i>your </i><i>dad</i><i>, </i><i>he’s </i><i>the </i><i>world</i><i>–</i><i>renowned </i><i>neurologist </i><i>right</i><i>?</i>”


    Gloria smiled sheepishly.


    <i>“</i>Yup, <i>that’s </i><i>him</i><i>! </i><i>I </i><i>know </i><i>everyone </i><i>expected </i><i>me </i>to <i>follow </i><i>in </i><i>his </i><i>footsteps </i><i>but </i><i>I </i><i>really </i><i>wanna </i><i>be </i><i>a </i><i>bio- </i>chemist. In all <i>honesty</i><i>, </i><i>your </i><i>mom </i><i>is </i><i>part </i><i>of </i><i>the </i><i>reason</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    Even though I’d heard these exact words from her in my previous life, it still brought tears to my eyes knowing my mom influenced so many other people.


    I smiled brightly at Gloria; she was every bit the pure soul I thought she was back then.


    “Gloria, I have no doubt <i>you’re </i><i>going </i><i>to </i><i>be </i>an amazing <i>bio</i>–<i>chemist</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    Gloria’s eyes watered up, Hugging me tightly she squeaked.


    <i>“</i>Do you really <i>think </i>so ra? <i>That </i>means so muching <i>from </i><i>you</i>!”


    I’d actually met every word, before my death, Gloria began working for ETP, Ethan Taylor’s pharmaceutical corporation. She’d began working on a medication that could help cure Alzheimer’s and dementia without the controversial usage of stem cells and was sessful. Her father being a neurologist is why she was so passionate. Her mind was brilliant, and her heart was pure, I’m d I’ll get to work with her this time around.


    After I finished unpacking, Gloria invited me to dinner at the school diner, I was actually famished by the time I finished so I wee her invitation with open arms.


    <b>2/4 </b>


    <i>“</i><i>So</i><i>, </i><i>who </i><i>do </i><i>you </i><i>have </i><i>on </i>your roster for <i>sses</i>?”


    Gloria asked as she stuffed fries into her mouth.


    <i>“</i><i>I </i>have Manago, Strouter, <i>Chester</i>, and <i>White</i><i>.</i>”


    Gloria’s eyes popped open.


    “They weren’t kidding<i>! </i><i>You </i><i>really </i><i>are </i>a <i>genius</i><i>! </i><i>All </i><i>those </i><i>sses </i><i>are </i><i>advanced </i><i>sses</i><i>! </i><i>I’ll </i><i>be </i>asking you for help<i>!</i><i>” </i>


    We bothughed out loud, like Batrum, I had a feeling my life in Lexington would be pretty good. Me and Gloria stayed up chatting until about 9pm, by the time I took my shower andid down I was exhausted. A much–needed good night’s was finally happening. As I closed my eyes, I started formting my n. These next two years, I would use this school and it’sb to begin creating my medicines in secret, and after two years, I head to Osha Bio to finish my schooling. It was on the other side of the country, so I’d be far away from them and close to Ethan. This time, I would take him up on his offer.


    The next morning, I ate a bagel and grabbed atte for breakfast and made my way to my first ss, Bio–Organic Chemistry. As soon as I walked into the ss, all heads turned on me. My instructor, Professor Manago looked up at me with a slight gleam in her eyes. I met her in my previous life as well; she was my mother’s mentor. As I made my way to the front, a guy sitting a few rows back made a snarky remark.


    <i>“</i>Just got here <i>and </i><i>think </i><i>your bold </i><i>enough </i>to <i>sit </i><i>in the </i><i>front</i><i>, </i><i>just </i><i>like </i><i>a </i><i>Granger</i>.<i>” </i>


    1 spun my head to look at the young man who made the remark. He looked like he was about 20 years old, handsome enough, but you could tell he was arrogant. Probably use to always having his way and having women fawn all over him. I wasn’t impressed. Smiling, I responded.


    “Actually, <i>sometimes </i>it’s <i>the </i><i>simplest </i><i>answers</i>. <i>I </i>often <i>sit </i>in the front because I have poor eyesight.”


    Just as it appeared he was about to apologize, I continued.


    “Still, I probably do know <i>all </i><i>the </i>answers?


    <i>That’s </i><i>not </i>being a Granger, that’s being a Rouleau.”


    I smiled and winked at the young troublemaker causing him to frown and blush as the other students began to tease him.


    <i>“</i><i>Casey </i><i>you </i>better <i>chill </i>dude! <i>Her </i><i>mom </i><i>was </i><i>THEE </i><i>Caroline </i>Rouleau, there’s <i>a </i>reason <i>why </i><i>she’s </i>in this <i>ss </i>at <i>just </i>16 <i>years </i><i>old</i>. Girl is a certified genius.” <fn350c> Th? link to the orig?n of this information r?sts ?n </fn350c>


    One of his friends began to boast on my behalf, when I looked back, Casey had an intense stare directly at me. I really hope this kid doesn’t give me hard time…Day one.


    <b>3/4 </b>


    “Burn those who burned me!”


    <b>Chapter </b><b>57 </b>
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