Adam never sent another text, and neither did I, mostly because Mr. Smith had my phone, but also because I wouldn’t know where to begin. Tackling the way his words made me feel was a task my heart wasn’t ready to start either. Victoria had cheer practice after school, and Jeffrey had a shift at the restaurant, so I wouldn’t have to explain my near hysteria to either of them. With any luck, I’d get it under control before the study group on Saturday. If not, I didn’t know how I would survive the group, let alone my own work shift Saturday afternoon.
Stuck Smack In The Middle
Want to read more?
Subscribe to piratecatpublishing.com to keep reading this exclusive post.