FERN'S POV
“What do you mean it didn’t work?!” I told Anthony while we’re sitting face to face in the Lexington cafeteria when he told me that the caller already knew the identity of Bailey even before we tried to confuse him with Mia.
“Don’t come at me! I just told you what my father has told me, okay?! I mean…at least we tried something.” He argued.
I took a sip from my espresso and anxiously rocked my left foot back and forth. The security team had reported that the man stopped following me until Chemistry class. They’ve been suspecting that the car I saw earlier parked outside the Building to take pictures of me is now on the move to go to Bailey.
It’s already 11 in the morning and I feel so nervous, I didn’t know what to do.
