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What’s going on? Are you ok?
Me
Yeah. Need your advice.
Prefer to talk in person.
Dad
Whatever you need. I’m here.
A quick check of the clock shows the library closes in thirty minutes. Time to see our Duchess.
* * *
Leaning against a tree, with my eyes glued to the front door of the library, my hands twitch at my side as excitement builds. All thoughts of the envelope have been pushed aside for now.
The door opens as Kennedy and Kassidy step outside. Rapid footfalls sound, coming from the left, instantly putting me on alert. Both girls hear it as well and turn back to the door, giving it a hard tug. Since it doesn’t budge, I assume it was locked immediately after they left.
The footsteps slow down as the owners step under a street light. The faces of Danica, Simone, and Cecelia come into focus. I stay hidden in the shadows, waiting to see how this plays out.
As soon as Kennedy realizes who is approaching, she straightens her spine, making herself as tall as possible. Danica steps closer to Kennedy and Kassidy.
“Why are you still here?” Danica’s tone is hostile, sneering at Kennedy as she speaks.
“This again, really?” Kennedy’s tone is defensive, as it should be.
Danica’s face is angled away from me, making her expression difficult to see. She sounds a little too confident, though.
“We will see how much longer you stay here, bitch.” Without warning, Danica lunges for Kennedy, taking her to the ground. My feet are frozen in place as Kennedy manages to avoid getting hit by the sloppy swings Danica is dishing out. Several minutes later, Danica rises to her feet, standing over Kennedy, who is still lying on the ground.
“This is the last warning you get. Stay the fuck away from Gareth, Rodney, Ashton, and Callum,” Danica says through gritted teeth.
The three girls walk away with those parting words still hanging in the air. Kennedy climbs to her feet, brushing off her clothes and Danica’s threat.
Cautiously stepping out of the shadows, I approach slowly, keeping my voice barely above a whisper, attempting to not startle the girls.
“Good evening, ladies. May I escort you back to the dorms?”
Kassidy stalls as Kennedy looks back at me over her shoulder. She quickly looks back in the direction the Pussy Patrol just went, glancing around to make sure they are truly gone.
“I will handle them if you want me to.”
Regardless of Kennedy’s answer, they will be handled. They have been harassing Kennedy since she arrived on campus; enough is enough.
“I am not worried about them. Why are you here, Gareth?” Kennedy snaps.
Feigning innocence, “I just wanted to ensure you returned to the dorm okay.”
The two of them brush me off and start walking the path toward the dorm. Lagging behind them so they can talk, as Kassidy steps away, I continue forward until Kennedy is next to me.
“Did you have a good day, Duchess?”
Kennedy refuses to speak, giving me a side look. We walk to Hearst Hall in silence. Her body is vibrating with anger. My concern is who that anger is directed towards. Trying to resist touching Kennedy, my hands get stuffed into my pants pocket.
When the elevator arrives, we step inside. Kennedy presses the buttons for both the third and fifth floors. The doors open when we reach the third floor. Gripping Kennedy’s elbow, preventing her from leaving, her glare is aimed at me. Once the doors close, my hold on her drops. As soon as she is free, Kennedy spins to face me, hands on her hips.
“What the fuck, Gareth?” she exclaims.
