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•.•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 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

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

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SkylarThere was a knock on my door. I hesitated for a second before taking off my earphones. I already had an inkling of who it might be, and that only made me more curious.There were only two of us in this apartment, and I had no idea what Jaxon could possibly want to say at this hour. Speaking of which, I glanced at my phone.12:15 a.m.Yeah—what did he have to say by midnight?We’d been giving each other the silent treatment since he returned home, and while I felt bad for ignoring him earlier, I didn’t let it show. The man could not know I felt even an iota of pity toward him.I sat up on the bed, just to be sure I’d heard the knock.Then I heard it again—soft, but firm.I got up, tightening the sash of my robe as I walked toward the door. I unlocked it and pulled it open slightly, green eyes staring straight into mine.I raised a brow. “Jaxon?”He lifted his hand in a small wave of greeting.Really?“Is there anything you want?” I asked. His gaze flicked past me, into the room,