What time is is? He pulled out his cell phone. 10:10. She’s not coming. She was never coming. He lowered his phone and began to slide it back into his pocket. Just as his fingers loosened their grip, it began to vibrate.
Is she calling me? Why would she call if she had chickened out? Does she think I’ll have left? I don’t want her to have the satisfaction of knowing I’m still here. Could it be Stu? He’d know that I left the apartment and that I didn’t go to class. It only vibrated once. A text.
He slid his phone open, reading the new message:
UNIVERSITY INSTANT CAMPUS ALERT: Student found dead in apartment at 99 McGalliard. Possible homicide. Students are advised to stay in groups and report any suspicious persons.