“Oh…I'm just coming from there.” “The scene hasn't ended. Look…is he feeling sleepy? Why is he looking like that?” One of them asks, her eyes on the phone.“Lorette, can I have a second?” Weston asks.Lorette jumps down from the bed. She grabs a jacket and follows Weston outside.“You know something about it?” Lorette asks once they get out of the room.Weston shrugs. The environment is oddly silent. The only noise around is the distant one coming from where Coben is at the boys’ dorm.“You look tired,” Lorette mutters.“Huh? Really? I just need your laptop.”“For?” “I need to help a guy and his family out of the country before the weekend.” Weston shows her a picture on his phone.Lorette frowns. “Who is he?”“Coben's boyfriend. He told me how to get Coben scared.” Lorette glances at Weston. “And, why do you need to make him scared?” “He recently murdered Liam's

Weston slowly turns off the phone. He drops it on the table. He covers Jose with the duvet. Damn it— Weston thinks— Jose seems to be going through shit. The last time they spoke, Jose didn't mention about his father having another family. Weston runs his hand through his hair. He walks to his chair. He types Jose's father's name on his browser. On the screen is a man smiling broadly, an older form of Jose. Weston checks on the man's information. There isn't a single detail about Jose. Not even his name. Millie and Madison that Weston saw in the chat are in the section of the man's family information. There is just a sentence of Jose's father's relationship with Jose's mother stating that they're divorced but there's nothing about these two having Jose during their time together.Weston scoffs. Jose's parents are unbelievable. How can they both not want him? It's not like he's a mistake.Weston doesn't know how long passed wh

By the time Weston gets to the campus gate, he is breathless. He stops and tries to catch his breath. He looks around, sees Lorette and waves at her. He walks over to her. “You've been waiting for a long time?” Lorette shakes her head. Yeah, she's been waiting for two damn hours but she isn't about to look to Weston like some clinging girl. “Just got here two minutes ago. By the way, did you run here to meet me? You're sweating.” “Yeah. I thought you must have been waiting for too long.” “Oh…sorry.” “Let's go.” Lorette glances at him. Can't he see? Can't he fucking see her makeup? Hell, her lack of sleep last night isn't going down the drain! She actually deciphered all the makeup on Liam's sister's face, went through the fuss of ordering for them and getting them this morning. And what? Weston isn't taking note of it? “You look cool,” Weston mutters.Okay he actually has eyes. She shrugs. “Actually, I on