Sofie
Friday, I find my new seat as Professor Mafferty writes instructions on the whiteboard. I stare at them blankly, wishing for a time machine or a black hole. My phone chimes and I absentmindedly glance down at it. It’s Webb. Sofie please. I’m so very sorry. I never meant for it to happen. I’m worried about you.
Without thinking, I find him standing across the room. He swallows hard. He looks tired and defeated. But I can’t feel sorry for him right now. My own pain is too much. I look back down at my lap as I burrow into my sweatshirt more.
I find myself glancing at him though. He's exhausted. Maybe we can talk. I didn't really give him a true chance. He isn’t Levi. He said he took a drug test. He didn't set out to maliciously hurt me. That's what my instincts say now that I've ha
