You were supposed to meet Hazel after class in the library. You two had an English assignment you were supposed to be working on together.

Supposed to.

After, vexingly, working on the project alone for 30 minutes, the quiet atmosphere of the library was suddenly disrupted. Out from the open doors rushed Hazel, her hair a tossed mess with bruises up her arms and cheeks. In a panic, Hazel quickly found you and slid in to the seat beside you.

"Sorry..." She whispered sheepishly as she fumbled for her notes out of her backpack.