Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 120176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
“What?”
He shook his head. “But she didn’t. She broke down crying to her roommate and mentioned that she might do that. But she didn’t mean it, it was a thing where she was saying she just wanted everything to go away. Then Mara called her a little bit ago, asking about if she was taking back her statement. Something about a fraternity asking about her too.”
Atwater exclaimed, standing by his locker, “Holy shit! Daniels’ mom tried to off herself?”
I twisted around to him. “What?”
He held his phone up, showing me the screen. “That’s what that blogger is saying.”
I took two steps and ripped the phone from him. “What the fuck?” I skimmed it, cursing by the end because there was a video of Mara’s mother. I wasn’t even wondering how the fuck that happened. Carrington. That’s how it happened. Only he would have the motivation to set all of this up.
The fucker had been busy.
I tossed Atwater his phone and started to grab my things. A shower would have to wait.
“What are you doing?” Atwater asked.
Labrowski yelled, “You going somewhere?”
Barclay came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around himself. “What’s going on?”
“Heads are going to roll.” I hit the button to call Mara, but it went straight to voice message. That meant her phone was off. That was not good. I growled, calling Miles first. He picked up right away. “Hey! We’re at the hotel and freaking out. Have you heard from Mara?”
“That’s why I’m calling you.” I dressed quickly, aware of the guys hurrying around me. “Where is she?”
“We don’t know. She took off right before the end of the game. Her and Allen were in some convo, and yeah. She just zapped out of there. Her phone’s off.”
“What’d she and Allen talk about?”
“I don’t know. He took off too, linked up with some of his boys and they’re looking for her.”
I grabbed whatever I needed. Shoved my wallet in my pocket. My bag had everything else, and the rest was at the hotel. Grant West wasn’t paying for our rooms tonight, so my bag and a lot of the guys’ were checked at the hotel. The plan had been to get another room, one on the same floor as Mara and her roommates. We just hadn’t checked in yet.
I slammed my locker shut and began heading out.
Three other lockers shut right behind me, and I glanced back, seeing Atwater, Labrowski, and Barclay trailing behind me. Labrowski was on his phone. Atwater and Barclay were solely focused on me.
I asked Miles, “Are Tasmin and her boyfriend with Allen?”
“Yeah. They took off with him.”
Solid. I had Race’s number. “Thanks, Miles.”
“Wait. What are you going to do?”
“Find Mara.”
“Cruz, another article came out today…”
“Another one?” I stopped abruptly, right outside the locker room. There were a lot of people around, a lot of eyes on me. I ignored them. “A second one?”
“Yeah. This one was saying something about Mara’s mom–”
“Wait. That was the second one? What was the first one?”
“The one about you and her being official, and there were definite slut shaming themes in it.”
“About me?”
“About Daniels.”
Fucking hell. “Same writer?”
“Yeah. The one who’s obsessed with you.”
Christ. I’d need to deal with her, but first things first. “You got a question about the mom one?”
“It’s saying her mom is that con woman who showed up, and she–”
I knew what it said. I didn’t need to read it to know exactly what was inside the story, based on Atwater’s reaction. “Listen, Gaynor. Don’t believe shit from that article.”
“But that woman is the same woman who came–”
“Then think about that. Think about how we had to concoct a whole lie to get that woman out of Mara’s place. Think about the look on Mara’s face when we left, when that woman was following us out. Think on that shit, and while you’re doing that, I’ll be looking for Mara.”
“But if her mom really tried to kill herself–”
I wanted to tear out of there, and rip some literal heads off their shoulders. But I couldn’t because what was alleged, via Atwater’s reaction and what I was hearing from Miles, this was a serious issue. “Article says her mom tried to kill herself?”
“Yeah. And that Mara wasn’t there for her.”
“That’s a lie. Mara was there. She drove three hours to be there, and when she got there—” Crap. I stopped myself because I was spilling Mara’s personal life. “You need to hold off judgment and wait to talk to Mara if you really want answers. The only thing I can say is to do that.”
“Okay. Regardless, I’m here for her.”
“Good. Then tell her after I find her.”
“We’ll look for her too. Skylar already mentioned grabbing the vehicle and driving around, see if we see her walking somewhere.”
“Thanks. That’d be helpful.” I hung up, started walking out to the parking lot, and I dialed Race Ryerson’s number. He picked up after one ring, and I said in lieu of his greeting, “Tell me you know where Mara is?”