music, and spun out of the driveway. For the second time that night, Deacon sat on cold stone steps waiting for a girl. What could Emily possibly have to say to him that she hadn’t said already? When he’d seen her earlier on campus, she had ripped him a new one about how much of an asshole he was for leaving Vivienne. Then she launched into graphic detail about how she was going to remove certain parts of his body if he even looked at her friend again. For someone so bubbly, Emily was quite bloodthirsty.
