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And now she believes Bear ran his mouth, even though that wasn’t the case at all. He wouldn’t do that. There’d been no reason for me to explain that I hadn’t actually known, even if Ihadhinted at that fact. She’d been too flustered to notice.
Pressing my lips together, I notice I’ve missed a portion of the conversation with Bear and Duke. I take a quick second to read it in its entirety.
Duke:
Lennon took off.
I need help.
The plan was to take her home and come back to campus.
I don’t have time to go looking for her.
I have a lab in 15.
And she’s pissed at me.
Bear:
WTH?
Coach will shit if I miss class.
I sigh. Well, looks like this has just become my problem.
I’ll give a look for her.
I just have studio art.
Prof hardly knows who attends.
Any clue where she’d be?
Duke:
Fucked if I know.
I’ll explain everything later.
Well, I’ll try.
I don’t know WTH happened.
She got locked in a bathroom.
Bear:
Uh, what?
Duke:
Had a panic attack.
Long, weird story.
Then I pissed her off (again).
Turned around, and she was gone.
