INICIAR SESIÓNHi. I’m sorry for going ghost mode, I fell ill and just got back from the hospital I’d try to update whenever I can. Xoxo
Skylar“It’s not normal, trust me,” I muttered as Harper and I headed for class. Jaxon had left when Harper arrived, and they’d exchanged weird looks.Instead of going back to sleep, I got ready for class. I had business, and Harper had English. We hadn’t talked about what we’d be majoring in next session yet.We’d cross that bridge eventually. For now, we were just focused on passing with good grades.“Maybe he wants to be friends again,” Harper shrugged, meeting my eyes.I rolled mine.“Well, I definitely don’t want to be friends with him again,” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I meant it. I really didn’t look forward to being friends with Jaxon again.“Hey,” a voice came from behind us.We turned around to see a brunette with huge glasses.I raised a brow. Oh.She smiled at me, then her eyes darted to Harper.“Hi. Are you going to Mr. Darwell’s class?” she asked, pressing her lips together and rocking on her heels—a movement she probably thought was subtle. It wasn’
•.•Harper•.•It’s been a week — since Harper’s incident and me calling the cops on Jaxon’s party, which didn’t end well, by the way. And yeah, he knew I was behind it.We haven’t spoken much. Hell, he wasn’t even around most of the time. It was nice — a big help even. It helped me study more, and classes have been… tedious.Harper and I have been working our asses off to keep up. Or better still, I have been working my ass off. And that was why, after an all-night study session, I was surprised to see Jaxon sitting cross-legged in the sitting room.Yeah, surprising — I never woke up to see Jaxon in the mornings. He either locked himself in his room or, worse still, slept out the night before.He glanced up at me from his phone.“Good morning,” he greeted, and I arched a brow.Wait… was he speaking to me?I said nothing, because my bets were on me hearing wrongly.I walked toward the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. Lately, I’ve been dehydrated as fuck.“So you just snub?” he a
•.•Skylar•.•I rolled onto my side for the hundredth time since the party started, because obviously they had the music at the highest volume — inconsiderate of anyone else.I grabbed the pillow and pressed it over my ears, hoping it would numb the sound a little, but no. Nothing helped.Rolling onto my back, I stared at the ceiling, flat-out annoyed. This was ridiculous. Absolutely inhumane.I had classes in the morning and I needed my sleep. I wasn’t about to show up looking like a zombie, and my sleep-deprived brain definitely wouldn’t process anything.If there was one thing I cherished more than anything, it was my sleep. And now I couldn’t even have that.Reaching out, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, swung my legs off the bed, and stared at the screen.Two a.m.They’d been at it for hours now, and while I’d hoped the music would eventually get lower, it only got louder, and I kept tossing around my bed.I unlocked my phone and saw a text from Harper:Harper: How’s it goi
•.•Jaxon•.•“You sure everything’s all sorted, man?” Andy asked.I dragged a hand through my hair and sat up from where I’d been sprawled on his couch. I stared at him.“Hey. Sure we can’t have it at your place instead?” I asked.He glanced back at me over his shoulder, eyes narrowing. “No? What? We can’t use your place no more?”I swung my legs off the couch. “My door is always open. I’m just wondering if I could skip this time. You know…” I raised a brow, hoping he’d understand.He didn’t. “Then what is it?”I exhaled. “Dude, she’s staying with me, and all those people…” I trailed off, pinching the bridge of my nose.Andy huffed. “This won’t be a problem if she locks herself up in her room.”I shot him a dry look. His brows climbed.“Wait. Is there another reason maybe?” he muttered.A muscle tightened in my jaw.“If there’s something she loves most, it’s making sure she never listens to me. I know her, bro — she’s not gonna lock herself up.”He chuckled, giving me a ridiculous loo
•.•Skylar•.•The next morning was hell unleashed. I was so wrong to think avoiding Dad’s call would make anything better, but I should have known he wasn’t one to tolerate crap.And that was how all four of us — including Jaxon, of course, since he was an eyewitness — ended up standing before the Dean.“We’ll look into it, sir,” the man said. Dad cocked his head slightly, resting both arms on the braces of the chair.“I have a feeling that would take a long time. There are evidences enough to get him fired,” he pointed out, and the Dean shot us a displeased look before returning his attention to my father.Harper stood quietly beside me. She’d gotten much better this morning, and though her memory was still fuzzy, she remembered going to the damn party and taking the damn drink.“We still need to carry out our investigations, sir,” the Dean countered.I frowned. What more did they need to investigate? Jaxon had clearly provided evidence of the two men he’d knocked out. Not a pretty si
•.•Skylar•.•I was deep-shit scared, and it didn’t help that Harper wasn’t waking up. Jaxon put her in the backseat, her body limp against the leather. I clamped a hand over my mouth.No, no, no.“What happened to her?” My voice came out as a shriek, breaking midway.Jaxon got into the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut. A bile rose in my throat, making swallowing difficult. Really difficult.He glanced back at Harper’s limp body before turning the ignition. “She was drugged and almost raped.” His green eyes locked on mine when he said the last part.That didn’t make it any less mortifying. What the hell?“We have to get her to the clinic. I don’t know what those fuckers gave her. It could be minor or—” He paused, jaw tightening. My heart dropped.“Severe,” he finished, pulling away from the neighborhood.I stared out into the dark night, wondering if she’d ever be okay. What if it wasn’t just drugs? What if it was an overdose? What if—So many what-ifs.I didn’t even know I was







