Third person's POV
George left Moxie's room in anger. He wasn't angry at her; he was angry at the girls who had dared to put Moxie in such a situation. He remembered the night Quince rescued her from her abusive ex. How hurt and broken she looked, he never wanted to see her like that again. And seeing her helpless on the ground with a sprained ankle tonight reminded him of her ugly past; he couldn't help but be enraged by whoever had caused her pain.
He got into his car and sped off to the campus. He was going to find whoever the culprits were tonight. His jaw tightened as he pulled into campus, the tires stopping harder than necessary. He didn’t bother fixing his expression when he stepped out of the car. He didn’t bother calming down because he didn’t want to.
The late hour hadn’t em
