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I haven't seen or heard from Val in three days and am starting to get worried.
"Why are you so fricking jumpy tonight, babygirl?" Jess demands. For the past couple of hours, we have been laying on my bed, watching a movie. Ok. Correction: Jess has been watching a movie. I have been jumping at the slightest sound, getting up to check and recheck the lock on my door, and compulsively grabbing my phone to make absolutely sure for the ten-thousandth time that I haven't missed any calls.
I sigh. There is a reason I haven't told Jess anything about Grant. He was incredibly hot-tempered, and very protective of me. If I tell him, I will either soon be down at the police station (to bail him out if he is stupid enough to get caught) or to give an alibi for him (if he isn't).
"It's about your ex, isn't it?" he asks, his voice a low rumble in my ear. I nod and his arms tighten around me. I put a restraining hand on his arm.
"Swear that you won't do anything stupid." I command, feeling a bit paranoid, but knowing that I have a very good reason to be. He gives a quick, stiff nod behind me. "Well, during Spring Break, Mags and I kind of went and trashed his car. And his dorm door. Kind of payback, really late payback."