Page 34 of Raise Hell

Seven

Cole’s wordsfilter through my mind on a loop for the rest of the day.

You used to be a nice girl.

I took my sister’s phone with the rest of her belongings. Searching through it had been almost completely useless. The only contacts from St. Bart’s she had programmed into it were Anya and a handful of people she completed a group project with.

From what I can tell, no one here reached out to her after the attack.

No text messages.

No missed phone calls.

No indications that anyone bothered to find out if Olivia was still alive.

There is only one conclusion to draw from that.

She had been invisible.

Boring, forgettable, such a piece of scenery that people rarely remember if she was there or not when they sift through their memories.

How does a girl like that end up unconscious in the woods after a wild party?

The only way to find out is to keep digging. Which means I need to take any advantage I can get.

It takes over a week to track down Felicia.

A week of being basically ignored by everyone on campus.

Anya still chatters at me every chance she gets while we’re in our dorm, but she never happens to be around when I’m out in public. And there haven’t been any more invitations to dinner with her and her friends.

I can’t blame her. Drake has ensured that being seen with me is the equivalent of social suicide.

It’s going to be hard to infiltrate Havoc House when none of the Havoc Boys will speak to me.

For the past few days, I’ve been using the to-go line in the dining hall so I don’t have to worry about a repeat of what happened during the shunning.

Tonight, the cafeteria is nearly deserted when I get there, and I don’t stay long enough to identify anyone. She stands out enough that I would notice if Felicia were still there.

I’ve taken to wandering around campus like a stalker, waiting to catch of glimpse of her.

If I knew which one was her dorm, I might try bursting in on her like a crazy person. The research I’d done prior to arriving on campus didn’t include a girl I hadn’t known existed.

Drake Van Koch’s little sister.

That feels like something to chew on, something that might finally get me a step ahead of him.

I finally find her in the library, of all places, chilling by herself at a table in the middle of the basement stacks. I’ve gathered that no one comes down to the dank subfloors of the library unless they’re searching for a rare book, and then they hightail it back upstairs.

Dark and dank don’t sit well with me. I’m not exactly afraid of the dark, but the towering shelves and creepy lighting down here are definitely giving me horror movie vibes.

And it’s too quiet. I can hear my own thoughts pinging around in my head.

I’ve almost decided to run back up the stairs to the main floor when I spot an exotic set of chunky braids bent over a table.

There are plenty of empty tables in the basement study area, but I head straight for the only occupied one.

“Hey!”

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