Do Not Fall For The Baseball Captains (Victoria and Elijah) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Victoria’s POV

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The final pages of my notes were stained with highlighter ink, my vision blurring slightly as I tried to force the last few structural analysis formulas and concrete design diagrams into my brain.

Nova had packed up her things and left hours ago, murmuring something about needing a proper night’s sleep before pur final paper tomorrow.

But I stayed, stubborn and desperate, typing away at my laptop until the heavy footsteps of the library security guard echoed down the hallway.

“Closing up, miss,” he told me, his voice echoing in the empty, cavernous room.

“Give me just a second,” I muttered to myself, keeping my eyes glued to the screen as I tried to wrap up the last few / sentences real quick.

It took me about seven minutes to finish typing and toss my notes into my bag.

I checked the time on my phone as I zipped everything shut. It was already past midnight.

I headed toward the exit, and as I reached the heavy glass doors, I ran into the security guard on his way out too.

“Thanks for waiting back there,” I said, offering him a quick smile as I adjusted the heavy strap on my shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, holding the door open for me. “Good luck with your exam tomorrow.”

“Thank you. Have a great night!”

I stepped through the doors, and immediately walked into a wall of gray, pouring water.

The storm had come out of nowhere, turning the campus courtyard into a dark, flooded maze.

Pulling my jacket tight over my head, I broke into a run toward the parking lot, my sneakers splashing through deep puddles.

By the time I reached my battered old sedan, the damp chill had already soaked through the shoulders of my sweater.

My fingers were shaking as I shoved the key into the ignition and turned it.

The engine gave a pathetic, wheezing click. Then, silence.

“No, no, no. Come on, I muttered, turning the key again.

/ Click.

I tried a third time, pumping the gas pedal, but the dashboard lights simply faded to black.

The battery was entirely gone. The alternator, the starter…whatever it was, the car had finally given up on me. It was dead, beyond any temporary fix I could offer in a university parking lot at midnight.

A surge of pure frustration took over. I slammed my hand hard against the steering wheel, the plastic biting into my palm.

“Dammit!”

I threw my head back against the headrest, closing my eyes as the rain drummed a relentless, deafening rhythm against the metal roof.

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What now? I opened my phone, my fingers flying across the screen to pull up rideshare apps, but the loading icons just spun endlessly.

With a storm this severe, there wasn’t a single driver on the road.

I looked out the foggy window at the dark stretch of the campus. Adele’s place wasn’t a short distance away; it was at least a forty-five-minute walk.

The thought of walking through this downpour, completely drenched and freezing, made my stomach twist

Then, the true cold set in. It wasn’t from the weather.

Looking out at the empty, shadows of the library parking lot, a memory surfaced. The last time I had been stranded here late at night… those men. The way they had cornered me. The sheer helplessness of that moment returned, making my throat tighten until it was hard to breathe.

My breath hitched. Panic began to crawl up my chest.

I quickly dialed Adele. Voicemail.

I tried Alison. Voicemail.

I even tried Nova, praying she was still awake. Voicemail.

The silence inside the dark car felt suffocating, punctuated only by the heavy pounding of the water outside. I couldn’t stay here. I couldn’t step out into the dark alone.

My chest rose and fell in short, shallow gasps as the shadows outside the windows seemed to stretch closer.

Without thinking, driven entirely by muscle memory and a desperate need for safety, my thumb found my contacts and pressed the emergency button.

The screen lit up with his name, decorated with a red heart I had never found the strength to delete.

Elijah.

We hadn’t spoken properly since our blowout. I had told myself I was done, that his deception was too much to forgive. But in the dark, with my heart racing against my ribs, he was the only person my mind called out for.

The phone didn’t even ring twice. He answered instantly, as if he had been sitting in the dark with the device glued to his hand, waiting for the signal.

“Victoria?” His voice was alert, laced with immediate concern.

“Elijah,” I choked out, the tears finally spilling over my eyelashes. I hated how small I sounded, how fragile I was. “Elijah. please. My car died. I’m at the library parking lot and it’s pouring, and I can’t get an Uber, and-”

“I’m coming,” he interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Stay inside the car. Lock the doors. I’m already on my way.”

The line went dead.

I climbed over the console into the back seat, pulling my knees up to my chest and tucking myself out of view of the windows. I didn’t want anyone passing by to see me like this.

For twenty agonizing minutes, I sat in the dark, arms wrapped tightly around myself, listening to the storm try to tear the roof off my car.

Then came a firm knock on the glass.

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I jumped, my whole body trembling, before sitting up to peer through the rain-streaked window.

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