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I huff and pick his head back up, making him look straight ahead. “I'm working here. Can you sit still? Damn.” I say with a huff.

Inconsiderate prick.

Turner's head falls forward again as soon as I release him, and even more blood seeps out of his mouth. When I finally pull his head back by the wig, I realize that he's finally died.

Fuck.

Chapter 17

Maeve Henderson

This entire week has been so frustrating!

I sit and eat alone every day, I have yet to be invited out with the group, and I've only heard from Shelby when she's on the way to my apartment.

When she said we couldn't get caught, I thought we could still be friends outside of the bedroom. I didn't think anything had to change in that aspect, but clearly, I was wrong.

It makes me regret having sex with her. I'd rather have a friend, a real friend, than nothing but a hookup.

I could've gotten a hookup from one of the athletes on campus without losing the only person that I felt cared about me!

It's not like I haven't gotten offers from the jerks on the football team, but I'd be a little hesitant to do that.

The school has put signs up all over campus about being safe on dates and when going to parties or bars.

Supposedly, there have been a lot of students getting assaulted at parties or on dates.

So, while I don't date, I have stopped and read all of the warning posters. They're encouraging men and women to never go to the bar or to parties alone, never leave your drink unattended or uncovered, and never accept a drink from someone that you don't know.

It also lists the early signs that your drink has been spiked and encourages students to immediately find a friend or call someone if you start to feel off while drinking.

It's terrifying to think that the students on campus are being targeted like this. The rumor is that at least four students have reported being assaulted at varying parties around campus, both men and women.

I hope my group of friends are being safe, but I bet they're fine since they always stick together.

I would assume that nobody would try to spike Carlie or Shelby's drink when Sean is right there with them. He gives off pretty intimidating vibes. He's a star baseball player; he's super tall, bulky, and has what I've been told is called a “bitch face.”

But I can't deny that this entire thing is making campus feel different.

There aren't as many parties, people sit in smaller groups during meals, and almost nobody sits alone.

I mean, it could also be since finals are coming up. It's a little hard to study when there are a dozen people huddled together at a small table meant for five.

Finals week does make it a little easier to be a loner, though.

Nobody looks twice at the girl sitting alone when I'm surrounded by textbooks, my laptop, and dozens of notes sprawled out across a large table in the dining hall.

I'd prefer to study at home, but Carlie and Sean have been living it up this entire week.

The school year isn't even over yet, and they're already acting like they're on summer break.

I wish I could do the same, but I can't afford to retake a class, and I refuse to be stuck with Professor Turner for another year.

Heck, I can't even deal with him for another day; I'm just forced to deal with him one last time on the day of my finals.

He's not even here right now; supposedly, he went on some impromptu vacation and has been unreachable since.

He didn't even take his car; he left it in his parking spot to collect tickets for the last week, so we all assume he had a taxi pick him up.

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