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Chapter 2

Author: Perfect Timing
Britney wiped her tears, choosing her words carefully. "M-Maybe I'll come with you to the hotel instead. I promise I won't disturb your studies…"

I looked at her and stayed silent for a few seconds before replying, "Fine."

Lizzie tugged at my sleeve and lowered her voice. "Mike, what are you doing? Britney's my friend. Why won't you let her stay at our house?"

"Don't ask."

"But…"

"Just trust me."

Even though Lizzie looked puzzled, seeing the serious expression on my face, she swallowed the rest of her words.

At the hotel reception, I booked three rooms.

Britney was taken aback. "Three rooms?"

I said it matter-of-factly. "Yeah, one for my parents, one for me, and one for you and Lizzie. Is there a problem? Or were you hoping to share a room with me?"

Britney's face paled. "No! Mike, please don't joke around like that."

I slung my arm around Lizzie's shoulders. "You said you were scared of being alone, right? Lizzie can keep you company tonight."

Real or not, I wasn't taking any chances with that prediction. I was going to keep Lizzie right by Britney's side tonight. I wanted to see how exactly Britney planned to pull off her scheme.

After we checked in, my parents went to their room.

As I was about to enter mine, I pulled Lizzie aside around the corner of the hallway.

"Mike, what are you even doing?" she demanded. "Britney's my classmate. We're pretty close. Why are you watching her like she's some kind of criminal?"

"Pretty close?" I sneered. "Do you know why she showed up tonight?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

I looked Lizzie straight in the eyes. "She came here to sabotage my college entrance exam."

Lizzie looked confused. "What?"

"I can't explain everything to you right now. Just remember this—whatever happens tonight, I need you to do one thing."

"What is it?"

"Keep a close eye on her. Don't let her take a single step out of your room."

Lizzie's expression shifted from confusion to seriousness. Although she didn't fully understand, she knew I wouldn't act without a reason. "Okay, I'll do as you say."

I watched Lizzie turn and head back to her room, then added, "Oh, and find out who Britney's boyfriend is."

She nodded without asking any questions.

After Lizzie's door clicked shut, I let out a long breath in the hallway.

The last line in the workbook was burned into my mind.

"Once the police take you away, your spot at Bayfield College will go to Britney's boyfriend."

Britney wasn't Lizzie's friend. She'd shown up to steal my spot at Bayfield College.

I stared at the closed door at the end of the hallway, tightening my grip on my room key card.

I would lock my door and stay on high alert tonight!

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