âDude, I can tell youâre thinking about him again,â Harper says, pointing her lollipop at me. âI guess itâs not the end of the world since youâre going to be his baby momma.â
I groan, thinking about my tattoo. âDonât remind me.â
âYou could do worse than him. Heâs Hayden Bennett of House Judicial, the First of His Name, King of the Law, Wrecker of Pussies, the Father of Calista Baristas, the Attorney of the Great Courtroom, the Breaker of Hearts.â
âI canât believe you!â I take a pillow and throw it at her. She catches it with a laugh. âHow long did it take you to come up with that?â I ask.
âOne class period of marketing. Look, I was trying to sell the idea of him, okay?â
âYouâre ridiculous.â I sit on the bed next to her with a sigh. âIâm nervous.â
âYeah, I would be too. That Mr. Bennett is cray-cray.â
I shake my head. âNot that. The midterms.â
âOh, right.â She pats my hand. âI totally forgot they were this morning. I think I studied too hard. Or was it partied too hard? Either way, itâs going to be a rough day.â
âI understand the university wants us to take them in person to avoid cheating, but I wish that didnât apply to me.â
She gives me a look. âListen, just go in there wearing a hoodie and sunglasses like every other student who thinks theyâre a badass, and youâll blend right in. Take the test and then youâre done until the end of semester finals. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.â
âMore like stressed, depressed, lemon zest.â
She laughs and bumps my shoulder with hers. âI forgot about that version. But seriously, itâs going to be fine.â
I shrug. âI hope so.â
Itâs been two months since I ran from Hayden, leaving nothing behind except a note and my necklace. Two months of hiding and attempting and failing to sort through my tangled emotions. Two months of embracing the life growing within me.
Iâve been hopeful that Hayden would eventually stop looking for me, at least long enough for me to get my head straight, but deep down, I know better. He promised heâd always chase me, which means he will find me.
And learn about the baby.
âCome on,â Harper says, getting to her feet. She pulls me into a standing position before opening her dresser drawers. âTry this one. No, this.â
I take the Columbia University hoodie and smile at the permanent marker on the sleeves. âIâm not lazy, Iâm just motivationally challenged,â I read aloud. âI like this one.â
She grins at me. âIâm a genius. What can I say?â
A few minutes later, weâre both dressed and ready for class. I take a deep breath and follow Harper from the dorm room, keeping my expression blank despite the nervousness flowing through me. She links her arm through mine as we walk across the quad toward my first class.
âYouâve got this.â
âThere are so many people.â
She wrinkles her nose. âI know, right? People. Eww.â
âThatâs not what I meant.â
âWell, thatâs what I meant.â
I help but grin at the disgust in her voice. My amusement quickly fades, and my footsteps slow as we approach the lecture hall doors. Harper stops and turns to face me.
âHey, look at me,â she says gently. When I meet her gaze, she gives me an encouraging smile. âIâll walk with you to every class, and we have the last one together, so you wonât be alone all day.â
I take a shaky breath. âIâm being stupid. Itâs not like I saw him or anything.â
âThatâs right. Youâve got this. Now go and kick some ass. Iâll see you afterwards.â
With a final wave, she walks down the hall. I turn toward the door, grip my backpack strap, and push the door open. I step over the threshold, scanning every aisle and every corner. When I donât see Hayden anywhere, relief flows through me.
I make my way to the back of the room and settle in, arranging my pens and pencils on the small desktop. The professor walks in a few seconds later. The students fall silent as he folds his arms.
âLetâs get this over with,â mutters the guy next to me.
I smile to myself.
I couldnât agree more.
Harper looks like sheâs about to puke.
âThis is the last exam for today. Are you ready?â I ask her.
She shrugs. âAs ready as Iâm going to be. You?â
âHonestly, Iâm feeling pretty good about all of my tests so far.â
âGood. Then Iâll cheat off of you.â
I roll my eyes with a smile. âWhatever.â
The professor walks in and opens his laptop thatâs connected to the projector, and on the whiteboard is a timer. âYouâll have sixty minutes to complete the test,â he says. âIâll start the timer as soon as all of the exams have been distributed.â
The T.A. places one in front of me, and I pick up my pencil with trembling fingers. Only this time, Iâm less nervous and more excited. This is just another step toward me taking control of my future.
âAll right, students, you may begin,â he says, clicking a button on the laptop. The timer starts counting down from 60:00.
I write my name at the top and focus on the test, blocking out the people around me. The scratches of pencils and the rustling of papers quickly fade into the background. I work through the questions methodically, keeping an eye on the timer.
With thirty minutes left, I pause to stretch my arms and roll my neck. I delve back in, pushing away thoughts of Hayden whenever they try to creep through my mind.
Iâm close to finishing when thereâs five minutes left. After filling in the final question, I relax and lean back in my chair. The numbers on the projector continue downward until they disappear. Before the time is up a message appears in their place: âIâll always chase you, Mrs. Bennett.â
I swear my heart stops. The letters seem to pulse and grow, filling my vision completely. Thereâs a series of gasps and whispered words as students begin to notice the change. Dimly, I hear the professor saying that the timer mustâve malfunctioned, but itâs drowned out by the blood roaring in my ears.
Hayden has found me.
I stumble from my seat in a daze when the professor calls time. Clutching my exam to my chest, I hurry over to his desk to turn it in before racing from the classroom. Harper catches up to me in the dorm room.
âWhat the fuck was that?â she says, her eyes wide. âNever mind. Weâve got to get you out of here.â
When I shake my head, she frowns at me. âAt first, I wanted to run away, but thereâs no point. I have nowhere to go, and Iâm tired of hiding. Itâs been two months, and this is the first time heâs contacted me. I think Iâm ready to talk to him.â
Harper opens her mouth to argue, but I hold up a hand. âPlease. Iâm not asking you to agree, just to support me. I need to do this. He has a right to know about the baby.â
She folds her arms and gives me a pointed look. âYou still love him.â
I release a hollow laugh. âYup.â
âOkay, but make sure you call me after. That way, Iâll know youâre okay. If I donât hear from you, Iâm calling a hit man. If I donât take him out myself. I know you said he wonât hurt you, but heâs not above kidnapping.â
Sheâs not wrong.
âAgreed,â I say. âCan I borrow your phone?â
Harper blows out a breath, disturbing the loose tendrils around her forehead. âSure. Iâm not going to lie, Iâm sad our girl-time is over.â
When she hands me her cell phone, I take it with a frown. âYouâre acting like Iâm not coming back.â
âGirl, I know you arenât. Youâre going to take one look at his baby blues, or his dick, and become a puddle on the ground.â She holds up her hands. âNot that I blame you. Just make sure itâs what you want.â
âOkay,â I whisper. âI promise.â