Stella's POV.
The next day, the evening rolled around slower than usual. I was pacing back and forth in my room like a madwoman, checking the clock every five minutes. My palms were sweaty, and my throat felt dry no matter how much water I drank.
What the hell was I even doing? Meeting a complete stranger, someone who hated Hayley just as much as I did? It was stupid.
Or maybe it was genius, but only if it turned out to be true.
I walked to the door and opened it slowly, half expecting to see a different face. But it was him, the guard from yesterday. He looked around the hallway quickly before he gave me a small nod.
"Ready?" He asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be." I muttered, not adding the part that I've been waiting for at least thirty minutes.
We didn't talk as we moved through the corridors, and I kept my distance from him, in case we were seen. He led me through a different route, and I didn't ask questions. My brain was buzzing too much.
