Heather
Serena knocked on the door connecting my room to the bathroom when she got back from dinner.
"Heather?" she whispered as she opened the door.
I hoped the lights being off would be hint enough, but I was prepared.
Under the covers, I was fully dressed—black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt, but she wouldn’t be able to tell. I kept my breathing even and steady. The door quietly clicked closed.
I stayed still until I heard the noises from her room quiet. I waited another two hours after that. Then one more just to make sure.
Everyone had to be asleep by then. It was after two in the morning. I threw off the covers and picked up my cell.
West picked up after one ring. "Are you okay?"
"No." I kept my voice as quiet as possible. "This place is totally ssed up. Co get ."
The silence on the other end nearly did in. I closed my eyes and prayed he’d do this for . He had to. There was no one else.
"I dunno," he said finally. "Mom and Dad would flip. They’re saying that you’re...that you..."
"West. Please. I’m asking for help. You know I wouldn’t ask if I had any other option."
He sighed. "I didn’t say I wasn’t going to do it. I hear they have you under lockdown."
"That’s not true. I’m in a dorm, not jail. Plus, campus has been quiet for hours now. Everyone is asleep." I tiptoed to the window to double check, but nothing was moving. The courtyard was empty. Not one light was on in the buildings. The night was totally still. "I’m going to sneak out and go to the front gate of the school. Pick up in fifteen."
"I have to get dressed and it’ll take longer than that just to get there. Give twenty-five."
"Done." I paused. I didn’t know what I was doing and this was probably going to get both of us in world of hurt with our parents. "West?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"Sure thing. I got your back, lil sis."
I hung up and double-checked that my cell was on silent. Even having it on vibrate could get caught if I was actually on lockdown. Whatever the hell that ant.
Since West was going to take a few, I grabbed my backpack and looked around my room to see if there was sothing here I couldn’t live without, but there really wasn’t much that I couldn’t replace.
I grabbed a few of my favorite T-shirts I’d screen-printed, my laptop, and my signed Nora Roberts book. With my cell shoved into my back pocket, I sat down, knees bouncing as the seconds ticked away.
Waiting that last ten minutes was torture. I studied the map of campus to kill ti. Judging from the scale, it shouldn’t take more than a few minutes to get to the front gate.
The problem would be getting out of the dorm without waking anyone. My hearing had been a bit sensitive at the hospital, so I was assuming that was a Were thing. It would suck if one of these girls was a light sleeper.
Leaving through the door was a no go. No matter how softly I tried to close it, there was too much potential risk of waking up Serena or one of the other girls. So I did the only thing I could think of. I opened the window gingerly.
The good thing was that I’d already survived a three-story drop. After that, two-stories was no big. Or it should be no big. That said, convincing myself to let go once I was hanging from my windowsill was harder than I’d imagined.
I made the mistake of looking down past my dangling feet. Two-stories was still one too many stories. But I had to let go. I counted down silently. When I hit three, I let go.
Next thing I knew, I was on my feet looking up at my window from the ground. I watched the windows above for any lights turning on, but nothing happened. I guessed West was wrong about the whole being on lockdown thing.
The path to the right should lead to a parking lot. And beyond that, the main gate. I’d never seen it, but I hoped it wouldn’t be hard to open. Or climb.
I heard soone whispering, and it was getting louder.
A three-foot hedge in front of the dorm seed decent coverage. I moved around the end of it to hide between it and the brick wall.
When the group approached, I tried to breathe as quietly as possible.
"—reports that they’re organizing and heading south." I recognized Mr. Langdon’s voice. "It seems pretty convenient that they pick now to search for us."
"You can’t think it’s because of what I did," Brent said.
Shit. I couldn’t have been in a worse hiding spot. If either of them caught I was going to die of humiliation.
"We’ve spilled human blood. They could sense that or maybe a weakening alpha because of the broken law?"
"That’s bullshit. You’re not weakening."
Their voices were getting softer, but I could still hear them.
"I’d rather think that than the alternative," Mr. Langdon said.
"Which is what?"
"That we have a rogue in the pack."
Brent said sothing else, but I couldn’t make it out. Only the tone. He was pissed.
A rogue? What did that an?
It didn’t matter. It wasn’t my problem. I was getting the hell out of here.
I counted to ten before coming out of my hiding spot, and then took off down the path. Dense trees threatened to swallow it, but that look was cultivated on purpose. St. Francis’s had sothing to hide. The trail snaked sharply to the right, and then to the left, and then to the right again before it straightened out.
The parking lot was filled with at least a hundred cars. The three front rows looked completely full from where I was standing, and the fourth and fifth had so empty spaces.
A line of black Expeditions took up the first row. What was up with that? The popular kids needed matching cars here?
Beyond the Expeditions were fancy cars galore. Even in the dim moonlight, they glead and curved in a way no ordinary Chevy could. I wanted to be annoyed by it, but private schools in Los Angeles hadn’t been any more down to Earth.
A tall, red brick wall bordered the back of the parking lot. The top of the black iron gate peeked over the top of the SUVs. Both the gate and the wall were pretty high. I’d be in for a climb either way I went.
Maybe the gate wasn’t locked.
I made my way through the cars, and slid to a stop as I reached the gate.
A group of no less than ten guys stood leaning against it. So were chatting. A few were sitting down in a circle playing cards.
I was so dumb. I should’ve gone through the creek.
One of them looked straight at and winked.
"What’s the ti?" he said to the guy next to him.
"2:26 AM. Damn it. That ans Brandt won."
A series of curses rang through the group, followed by one guy celebrating. "Hand it over, bitches."
West’s car screeched to a stop beyond the tall iron gate. He jumped out of the car, leaving it idling. His headlights lit up the lot. "Shit, Haze. I told you this was a bad idea!" He stepped up to the closed gate.
I hadn’t said a word yet. The only thing I could think of was the fact that I was stuck here. The walls were closing in on . Even outside.
Mr. Langdon, Brent, and three other guys strolled up behind . They were all dressed in black. Brent stayed back while Mr. Langdon and the others kept walking toward .
He wouldn’t even look at , but he’d wait up all night to make sure I couldn’t run away?
West had been right. I was on lockdown, and they’d been waiting for . Being predictable sucked.
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