“Squirrel,” Royce called out with an edge of panic. “Say the word, roomie, I’ll break this door down.” Carter glared at me, his back against the door. He was practically daring me to scream for help. Dick. “She’s fine, Royce,” he snapped. “Squirrel?” Royce asked again, needing to hear it from me. I sighed, throwing my hands in the air. “I’m fine, Royce. If I don’t show up at class, make sure you search the campus dumpsters for my body.”
