Chapter 62
(Daisy’s POV)
I had escaped from Mabel and her minions.
A lecturer had come into the room. I had been lucky so I had used it swiftly. The rest of the day moved quickly after that, not because anything was easy, but because I didn’t give myself time to slow down.
I went from one class to another with my head down and my steps measured, avoiding eye contact like it was a survival skill I had
just unlocked.
If I saw a group ahead, I changed direction. If I heard laughter behind me, I didn’t turn. If anything even remotely reminded me of
Mabel or her circle, I left before it could become a situation.
It wasn’t living. It was navigating.
And I was doing a decent job of it and then my phone buzzed.
I glanced down.
DeLuca: Where are you?
I frowned but replied anyway.
Me: Lecture hall B for my next class.
This is crazy.
And then there was no response from him. I waited for a few seconds, then shook my head and slid my phone back into my bag.
Weird.
A few hours later, it buzzed again.
DeLuca: Where are you?
I stopped mid-step this time.
Me: Library.
Again… nothing.
I stared at the screen for a second longer before typing angrily. I decided to ask:
Me: Where are you?
He didn’t reply and that annoyed me more than it should have. By the third time it happened, I stopped expecting anything back.
DeLuca: Where are you?
Me: Hallway outside Econ.
I slipped my phone away slowly, the rolization settling into place. He wasn’t trying to have a conversation. He was checking,
confirming. Monitoring.
Not like I wanted a conversation. Definitely not.
I adjusted my bag and kept walking through the hallway, and that was when it hit me.
Work.
Coffee shop.
I stopped so abruptly someone behind me almost walked into me.
“I forgot!”
I actually forgot!
Yesterday had been chaos. Today had been survival. And somewhere in between, the very real fact that I had a job now had completely slipped my mind.
My first day. Missed.


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