Penelope's pov
The call with Becca was ridiculous. Why would she ask me for help? I ended the call before I was tempted to say something stupid to her. Instead, I prepared to return home by foot. Just to not overthink this phone call. How did she even end up with my number? I don't think anyone from back then had my current number. Hell, I didn't have a phone back then. This is weird. Definitely weird. What do I do? I sighed. Leaning against the wall.
With the winter gone, I could enjoy the beauty of the campus. I texted my mates that I would be walking home. Huxley said he had council duities so it would be fine. Remy had an art's project and Owen was tutoring him on it.
Weston didn't answer. Making me remember that he was the vice president of the council. He was likely more busy th
