Renee
My body guard was next to me in an instant. My head pounding again as I swooned. He steadied me with a hand on my shoulder.
“What is it?”
I just turned the screen toward him.
He took one look, and I watched the tension coil through him like a wire pulled too tight. He didn’t say anything at first—just stared at the clip as it looped again.
His jaw flexed. “Do you recognize the number?"
I shook my head.
"We'll keep an eye on it. Ms. Mountainhowl, but for now, why don't you head into class?"
I'm nodded, but I wasn't entirely happy about it. Would I have to change my number every few months now? Every a few weeks? How long would this go on?? After all, I didn't think Tyler was actually that popular. He was honestly kind of an asshole. Well, more than just kind of an asshole
