Chapter 55

Chase escaped.

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Chase’s hand was shaking as he knocked on Trevor’s door, his bag still slung over one shoulder, his stomach twisted and burning. He didn’t remember the walk from the computer lab, but he was sweaty. Had he run? Had he looked like a complete moron sprinting across campus, his bag flapping wildly?

He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets and stared at the door. Where was Trevor? Why wasn’t he opening it? Was he not in? Should Chase have texted first? Was he being annoying by showing up like this? His fingers twitched against the phone in his pocket, and he pulled it out. No messages. Even his group chat with his friends was oddly silent. He clenched the phone, staring at the screen, willing it to come alive.

The door in front of him opened, and he jerked his head up. Jorge was standing there in sweats, his hair a mess and his eyes glazed like he’d spent twelve hours playing video games. “Yo.”