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Chapter Three#The Delivery Confusion.

The late shift at the Triple-Topper was a special kind of solitude. The frantic dinner rush was a distant memory, replaced by the slow, methodical chores of closing. Anthony was mopping the sticky tile floor, the sharp scent of bleach cutting through the lingering grease, when the order printer rattled to life, startling in the quiet.

He tore off the ticket. Delivery. 14 Elm Hall. Dorm 3B. One Triple-Topper Special.

A frown creased his forehead. Elm Hall was a twenty-minute walk away, on the far edge of campus. And a Triple-Topper—their biggest, heaviest pizza—for a single dorm room at 11:30 PM? It was an odd, almost excessive order. He packed the steaming box into the insulated bag, the heat a small comfort against the chill that had settled over the city.

The walk felt longer than usual, the campus eerily quiet. When he arrived at Dorm 3B, he knocked, shifting his weight. The door opened, and Allen stood there, wrapped in a fluffy robe, her hair in a messy bun. She looked confused, then concerned.

"Anthony? What are you doing here?"

"I've got a delivery for you? A Triple-Topper Special." He held up the bag as evidence.

Her brow furrowed. "I didn't order a pizza."

The silence between them was heavy, the pieces clicking into place with a sickening finality. The specific pizza. His favorite. The anonymous delivery to her room, this late at night.

"Was it paid for?" she asked, her voice small.

"Cash. Left under the mat at the restaurant."

She hugged herself tightly, a familiar gesture of vulnerability he’d seen on the porch. "It's him. He's telling me he knows where I live. That he's watching." Her eyes were wide with a fresh fear.

"Are you going to be okay here alone?" Anthony asked, a protective surge cutting through his own unease.

"Could you... could you stay for a bit? Just until I feel... calmer?"

"Of course."

They sat on the floor of her dorm room, the pizza box open between them like a strange, greasy monument. The room was cozy, filled with string lights and photos of her friends, a sanctuary that now felt violated.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, picking at a piece of pepperoni. "I dragged you into my mess."

"You didn't drag me. I walked in willingly. Happily, even." He took a steadying breath, the words he’d held back for months poised on his tongue. "Actually, that's not strong enough. I ran."

She looked up, her blue eyes searching his in the soft light. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that photo Chloe sent me, the one at the burger joint? I was at work, covered in flour, and I saw you laughing, and my whole world just... got quiet." The confession tumbled out, raw and honest. "I've had feelings for you for so long, Allen. And seeing what George is doing... it just makes me want to be near you even more. To make sure you're safe."

Tears welled in her eyes, but a real, wobbly smile touched her lips. "Anthony..." She reached out, her hand covering his, sending a jolt of electricity through him. "When you showed up tonight, I wasn't just relieved. I was happy. I've been feeling it too, I was just... scared. Of him. Of messing up the friend group."

"The friend group might already be messed up," he said softly.

"I know." She shifted closer, the pizza forgotten. "I'd rather have you than the whole group anyway."

The space between them vanished. The kiss was hesitant at first, a soft, questioning touch. Then it deepened, filled with all the unspoken words and shared fear, a desperate, hopeful anchor in the rising storm. It tasted of salt and pizza sauce and something infinitely sweeter.

For a few perfect minutes, there was no George, no threats, no stolen laptops. There was only the two of them, wrapped in the warmth of each other.

But the reality was a cold cardboard box on the floor. The anonymous pizza was a crater in the middle of their new, fragile world. George had orchestrated this moment, too, casting a long, menacing shadow over their first kiss. As Anthony held her, he knew the peace was temporary. The delivery was a declaration of war, and he had just officially chosen his side.