Charli carefully removes the screen from her bedroom window and looks down at the ground below. It’s probably like a 12-foot drop which she’s pretty certain she can make without breaking anything. Her main concern is landing on the hard concrete sidewalk. She dips back inside and paces back and forth a bit reevaluating whether or not she really wants to do this, but she doesn’t have much time, she already called an uber. She’s never broken the rules before, and she doesn’t really want to, but she knows Beta Drake is watching the dorm hallway now too after testing it a few times.
He would always send her a casual text within a few minutes of her leaving, and sometimes he would randomly show up where she told him she was going, or he would send his lacky Marcus . . . which was even more a
