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Matter of fact, I want to do that right now. I’m going to look for her. She hasn’t been coming to the cafeteria ever since I told the cashier to charge her double, but, of course, I have her class schedule and know exactly where she is going to be next.
“I’ll catch you guys later,” I tell my friends as I get up from the table. They all give me a nod, except Tucker, who gives me a small wave.
I spin around and walk out of the cafeteria and down to the building I know Wren is at. I only have to wait ten minutes before I spot her coming out of the lecture hall.
Instead of her usual avoidance strategy, she storms toward me as soon as she spots me. “You are not funny, you fucking psycho!” She points a finger at the center of my chest, her eyes full of rage, with an undertone of fear. Usually, that would have my dick stirring and excitement rising in my chest, but something is off. Because I didn’t do anything that would make her this mad, which means someone else did, and for some reason, I find that unacceptable.
“What happened?” I ask her in a serious tone that gets her attention. She pauses and looks at me as if to figure me out.
When she finally speaks again, her tone has lost about half of its anger, but is now laced with worry. “The note you left on my car. That was a little much, don’t you think?”
“I didn’t leave you a note,” I tell her honestly. “What did it say?” I already know I will not like the answer.
She gives me one more wary look before pulling a piece of paper from her jeans pocket. She hands me the folded note, and I quickly grab it from her fingers.
I unfold the off-white paper and read what’s scribbled inside.
Leave this school or fucking die, roach!
My blood boils. Who the fuck left this note?
“I didn’t leave this,” I repeat.
“If you didn’t, then who did and, even more important, how serious is this person?” Wren questions, and all that’s left in her voice is fear. She starts pacing around me, chewing on her fingernails.
“It’s just a prank. Someone is messing with your head,” I try to calm her down. “Don’t be dramatic.”
“Don’t be dramatic? I got a death threat! I think that justifies some drama.” She waves her arm around.
“It’s just a stupid note. No one is actually going to touch you,” I assure her.
She scoffs. “Like you don’t touch me?”
“That’s different. No one else is going to touch you.”
“They cut my fucking hair off!” Wren yells, making me pause.
Her words sink in slowly. “What are you talking about? Who cut your hair?”
Angry tears build in her eyes, threatening to roll down her cheeks. She blinks them away. “I don’t know who. I fell asleep in class, and someone cut off my braid,” she explains as I look at her, stunned.
“I thought you cut it yourself,” I say, dumbfounded.
“Well, you thought wrong. Someone else did. I would have never cut my hair.”
“Well, that was fucked up, but cutting hair and killing someone are two different beasts. I wouldn’t worry about the note. It’s probably just a prank.”
“Probably?” Wren is less than convinced and neither am I, at least not fully. “Fuck, I’m late to my next class,” she says, already walking away from me.
“Forget the note and be ready for me tonight. I’m coming to see you,” I call after her as she walks away from me without an acknowledgment.
I watch her disappear around the corner, still holding the note in my hand. I look down, reading it over again. This has tobe a joke. No one actually wants to kill her. At least that’s what I tell myself.
21
WREN
“Isn’t this stupid?” Letting out a shaky laugh, I finish going through the dresser drawers to make sure nothing is left behind. “It’s not like I ever really liked living here, but I’m sort of sad to leave.”
