I took another drag, exhaling slow, the smoke curling in the dim light. Delilah had helped me my whole uni life, and I'd just returned the favor. But she wasn't gonna like this. She hated, and I mean HATED, anyone meddling in her business, always high and mighty, never the damsel in distress. That's what I admired about her—her strength, her fire, always true to herself.
"How do I even explain…" I muttered, staring at the rain-streaked window, the cigarette burning low between my fingers.
Wow… I really did that, huh? Exposed Vanessa, got her and Sarah arrested. The old Evan would've sat back, thinking one guy couldn't make a difference. But with this system… I helped Delilah. This whole thing wasn't just about fucking chicks—it was bigger than that.
A sharp knock hit the door. Fuck. Delilah. She'd said she'd show up at ten, and it was just shy of that now, the clock ticking on the wall.
