The Lonely Tree (Part 11)
Word Count: 1332
Summary: Campus security sends out a crime alert during your late night at the library.
Warnings: Language probably
A/N: This happened to me except I definitely wasn’t this calm, and I definitely did not have a Steve. Lame, right?
The incessant buzzing of your phone against the wood beside your face drew you reluctantly from your much-needed sleep. You were disoriented at first, noting the old lamps, polished tables, and endless shelves of the library and a few of your fellow students squirming agitatedly in their chairs as they studied. Eyeing the distressingly thick packet of papers you still had to read through tonight with distaste, you hardly noticed when your phone stopped vibrating. It started up again almost immediately, and you let out a grumpy sigh and snatched it up from the table.
“Hello,” you mumbled through a yawn.
“Y/N? Finally! Why haven’t you been answering your phone? Where are you? Are you okay? Please tell me you’re not still at the library.”