Page 117 of Scars of Anatomy


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Apparently, when he snuck into my room he swapped out the batteries of my alarm clock with nearly empty ones—explaining why my clock was working the night before and wound up dead the next morning. He also managed to hack into my phone, which I’d forgotten on my desk when Olivia and I walked out, going into my settings to put my alarm on silent.

While Quinton is for sure being expelled for getting caught, they are still working on a case of action for Adrianna since there’s not much solid evidence against her, only his word. But I don’t doubt she’ll get what’s coming to her eventually. I can’t imagine Rat Boy not putting up a fight to drag her down with him.

“Then I gotanothercall after that from the local police department,” I continue carefully. “They asked if I want to press charges.”

Her eyes briefly flicker with worry and suspense.

“I told them I’d think about it,” I say.

Admittedly, I want to press charges, but they’re not quite certain on what I can go after him with yet because he broke into my room, which is technically campus property, and only stole a thirty-dollar hoodie from me. It’s a bit complicated and I’m not sure if it’s really worth the time and hassle. Plus, I want to get Olivia’s input before I do anything.

She still looks conflicted.

“Hey.” I reach over the table to grab her hand in mine. “You okay?”

She stares at our joined hands for a moment, unblinking. “Yeah. No. I don’t know,” she admits, shoulders sagging. “I honestly don’t know how to feel.”

I rub my thumb back and forth over the back of her hand. “I get that.”

She opens and closes her mouth, trying to form her thoughts into words. “I just can’t believe it,” she says eventually. “I thought he was my friend. I guess I just feel a little shocked and confused right now.”

I nod sympathetically. “If you don’t want me to press charges, I won’t,” I promise her. I don’t want to cause her any more distress for my own vengeance.

“No,” she says with certainty. “He broke into your room and purposely did those things. He knew what he was doing was wrong,” she says, sighing sadly. “He intentionally tried to hurt you . . . and me. He should have to face the consequences.”

I nod.

“Well, we don’t have to make any decisions right now,” I tell her. “We can think it over for a few days.” Plus, it’ll be a little fun making the rat sweat, but I won’t tell Olivia that.

She gives me a grateful look before pulling her hand from mine, then leans back to give the approaching waitress room to set down our plates.

“On a lighter note,” I say, perking up and picking a fry off my plate and popping it into my mouth. “Coach called me this morning.”

She looks at me, puzzled. “He did?”

I grin, taking a big bite of my burger, chewing and swallowing before I continue. “Yeah. He called to let me know a scout from the West Coast called him the other day to discuss me.”

Her eyes go wide, and her voice rises a few octaves. “Really?”

I wipe my hands on a napkin. “Yep, said they’re really interested in me, and he gave them a great review and verbal résumé about me to really drive home their decision. He said I have a high chance of getting drafted next year.”

“Bronx, that’s amazing!” she states, eyes warm and proud.

“Thanks, baby. According to Coach, they’re coming to watch me play during the playoffs after the break and plan on sitting down to talk with me.”

Her eyes sparkle with happiness. “That’s great news!”

“And that’s not all of it,” I confess, excitement buzzing through my chest. When I said the good news kept coming this morning, I meant it. “I got another call from testing services.”

Her head jerks back in surprise, confusion written all over her pretty face. “Testing services?” she asks, slight alarm in her voice.

“Yeah, since I missed the lab final due to reasons that were out of my hands, they’re giving me a chance to take it instead of receiving a zero.” Not that taking the lab final was weighing heavy on my mind. Honestly, I was more worried about getting Olivia back to even think about not actually taking the final. “I have an appointment at the testing center at two.”

She looks at me baffled before guilt washes over her face. “Oh my gosh, Bronx, I didn’t even think about you missing the final,” she says worriedly, knowing a zero would really tank my final grade.

“I didn’t either.” I chuckle and wave my hand dismissively. “Zero or not, I’d still pass the class. Barely, but I’d pass.”

She looks at me disbelievingly. “Huh?”