CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|

"Des, where the hell are you?"

"I will be there in a second. I promise," I said to Charlotte, who was on the other end of the phone, struggling to balance the heavy books in my hands, as well as my backpack and the phone I had pressed between my shoulder and my ears.

"Just get here on time. Tania is really pissed," she responded.

"When has she ever not been pissed? I'll see you soon. I'd have been there a while ago but I had to pick up some books for school work at the library." I told her, mouthing an apology to the person I bumped into as I raced down the stairs.

"Okay," she hung up.

I skillfully tucked my phone in my back pocket, pulling the books to my chest.

As I exited the library building, I was met with a bustling environment that crawled with students, who had just finished their classes. The heavy crowd and the distorted chattering coming from every angle made my skin crawl, heightening my need to leave this premises.

I knew what crowds like this meant