Ronan doesn't turn to look back. He acknowledges those words with a lazy bye-bye wave before disappearing into the locker room.
As soon as he's inside, he turns and presses his back to the wall beside the doorway. He'd walked the whole way, but his heart's racing like he just ran a marathon. Though there was no sound of heavy footsteps to indicate it, his body seems sure he's being chased, that the man will sweep into the room any second now.
He tosses the envelope aside and fumbles for his cell phone, keeping his eyes on the doorway. Glancing down just long enough to find Douchebag in his contact list, he holds his breath and listens.
Is he gone? Everything seems quiet, beyond the blood thudding in Ronan's ears.
His thumb slides to begin composing a text to his brother: all cl
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As soon as he's inside, he turns and presses his back to the wall beside the doorway. He'd walked the whole way, but his heart's racing like he just ran a marathon. Though there was no sound of heavy footsteps to indicate it, his body seems sure he's being chased, that the man will sweep into the room any second now.
He tosses the envelope aside and fumbles for his cell phone, keeping his eyes on the doorway. Glancing down just long enough to find Douchebag in his contact list, he holds his breath and listens.
Is he gone? Everything seems quiet, beyond the blood thudding in Ronan's ears.
His thumb slides to begin composing a text to his brother: all cl