Chantelle stared at Tru's Blackberry that was sitting on top of a textbook in the library. She glanced over where Tru was, standing in an aisle, browsing other books.
She bit her lip, worrying the skin with her teeth. Surely, Tru would have Dean's number. He was at her wedding.
Chantelle reached across and picked up the phone and scrolled through it until she found Dean's number. She copied it down on a piece of paper, before putting Tru's phone carefully back where it was.
She hummed along to herself and put the number into her own phone.