HIS LITTLE PET
CHAPTER 7
/NATHAN/
For three whole days, I did my absolute best to disappear. I completely ghosted Maverick, ignoring the barrage of texts blowing up my phone about our next tutoring location. I thought if I went cold enough, he’d get bored of whatever twisted game he was playing and back off.
I was wrong. On Tuesday afternoon, he sent me another text: Study room 4B, basement of the old library. Be there at 4, or I'm calling Dr. Marshall to tell him you're refusing to tutor me.