I ran away in a blind panic. Objectively, I was in more danger just then of getting picked up and carted off than I’d been five seconds prior. I ran through grass, all but screaming as I cut through campus back to my own room. I was the very stereotypical picture of the scared and lost Little who needed an Amazon adult.
Locking my door behind me, I didn’t even check to see if I was being followed. I rolled my scooter out of the closet, strapped my helmet on, and snuck out through Beouf’s door without so much as a word to anyone.
I didn’t tell Cassie what had happened that afternoon…