Page 23 of Secret Obsession
“Oh, just your run-of-the-mill psycho bitches.” I’m trying to be cheerful. In reality, I’m ready to go home and bury my head in my pillow. Although even my apartment is tainted by what Miles did there. “They got my coat with coffee, too.”
“Jeez.” She shrugs out of hers and pushes it at me. “Put that on. Give me yours.”
She takes mine and loops it over her arm while I zip hers up to my throat. I let out a slow breath.
“Better?”
“Somewhat,” I grumble. At least no one can leer at my chest anymore.
“Okay, let’s get an early dinner, then I’ll go back with you to your apartment.” She eyes me. “What?”
“I’d just…” I shrug. “I think I’d rather just go straight home.”
“Uh-huh. Since when does Willow Reed hide from a fight?”
Oh, great. Suddenly all my pep talks when Greyson was harassing Violet come back to bite me in the ass. I suck my lip between my teeth, even as she grips my wrist and drags me toward the dining hall. I should’ve advised her to run away and hide, which is precisely what I’m wanting to do right now.
“One day and you’re ready to call it quits?”
“Easy for you to say,” I mutter. “I’ve been getting weird vibes from pretty much everyone on campus. And it’s not like the dance team is supportive—seems like the lower classmen on the team have been the ones following Amanda’s orders to be shitty to me.”
“Is this Knox?” Violet squeezes my wrist. “Or… Miles?”
“Hell if I know. Both, maybe. They think I broke up withhim. Broke his heart or something.” I sigh. “Ridiculous.”
We swipe into the dining hall and claim a small table in the back. Not our usual seats with the hockey and dance teams, front and center, and I’m grateful for that. Their table is empty anyway. No one eats dinner at four o’clock.
Except us and a few other smaller tables, everyone minding their own business. Just the way I like it. I get food and make it back in relative peace to our table.
But my bag is gone.
Violet’s is still across from mine.
I hunt around, brows furrowed, but there’s no sign of it.
When she returns, I tell her that someone took my backpack.
“No fucking way. Was your phone in your bag?”
I pat my back pocket, feeling the lump of my phone, and blow out an exhale.
“Nope. But my keys and laptop are in it.” I sink into the chair and cover my face. “Who’s doing this shit? I didn’t see any of the hockey guys in here, did you? I mean, would Greyson even play that game?”
You’d think he would be a neutral party, since Violet’s my best friend. She could withhold sex if he misbehaved… Wait, never mind, I don’t want to think about them having sex.
Violet shakes her head. “No idea.”
I toss my phone onto the table beside my food, and the screen lights up with a just-missed text.
Miles
[IMAGE]
I’m starting to hate texts from him. Especially pictures.
It’s a photo of my bag, and it’s being held out over the edge of a rooftop…
“Which building is this?” I ask, sliding my phone to Violet.
