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“It’s… it’s too much to explain,” I said. As soon as I realized how desperate and needy I sounded, regret flooded through me. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have called. You don’t even know me. I’ll call someone else—”
“Wait a minute, slow down,” Sam urged. “I’ll come get you. Where are you?”
I gave him the school’s address and my classroom number.
“Alright, hang tight. I’ll be there in a few,” he said.
Relief flooded through me.
My hero.
“Thank you. I’ll see you—”
“Stay on the line,” he said. “I’m on my way, but I don’t want you to feel alone. What’s going on?”
“It’s a lot to explain—”
“Just tell me.”
I heard the purr of an engine start in the background, then some crackling fumbling. The audio shifted to something clearer.
“I’m in the car,” he explained. “I’m here, alright? And I’ll be there in twelve minutes, according to Maps.”
Reassurance fluttered in my chest. Grayson would never have given me details and logistics like that. Speaking of which…
“My ex,” I said, peering through the blinds again. “He’s outside my classroom.”
“You mean… your capital ex from that party?”
I chuckled and felt the tension in my chest ease. “That’s the one.”
“What the hell is he doing there?”
Even though I was scared to death, I smiled a little. Sam didn’t ask mewhat’s he doing,as if I had to explain myself about why this was a big deal. It was a small thing, but the way he phrased that made me feel like he was completely on my side. Already on board with how I was feeling, and that Grayson wasn’t welcome here.
We were facing the same direction and he wasn’t even here yet.
“I don’t know, I think he showed up to scare me—”
“Fuck him,” Sam hissed. Then, “—sorry. Are you safe?”
“I’ve locked myself in my classroom and turned off the lights. He’s outside, but I think he might be gone…”
“I’m still coming to get you.”
I heard thetick-tick-tickof a turn signal through the phone.
“Thank you,” I said.
“It’s four o’ clock on a Thursday. Doesn’t that asshole have anything better to do?”
“I guess not.”
But I knew Graysondidhave better things to do. He was doing them, somewhere downtown in a courtroom.
ButthisGrayson? This ink-version of him, or whatever Bo told me about…
“Grace? You still there?” Sam asked.
