If You Dare: Chapter 37
Wes
She’s not in her dorm or the dining hall. When I get to the library, the old librarian is the only one behind the desk, glasses drooping down her nose as her eyes dart across the page of the book open in front of her.
“Is Violet putting books away?”
The librarian scowls when she sees me. “She’s not here. And I hope you have a grand gesture planned for her that’s better than hey, uh, my bad.”
Jesus, I don’t have time for another lecture. “Any idea where I can find her?”
The librarian shrugs and returns to her book.
Right. I grit my teeth, head back out of the library, and pull out my phone, sweeping past notifications to call Violet.
Her phone rings and rings. She’s not answering.
This is why I didn’t want to call or text in the first place. She doesn’t want to talk to me, and the only way I can force her to is in person.
I check my texts when I notice one from Trey.
Don’t worry. We’re gonna take care of your girl for you, pussy.
Fuck.