Vanessa, Gabe, and Alex were all standing around my locker Monday morning, deep in conversation. I tugged on the hem of my cardigan as I walked closer to my locker. I felt like my eyes were still red and swollen from all the crying I did last night.
Vanessa caught my eye, smiled and waved at me from down the hall.
“What’s up?” I said coming up to them.
Vanessa seemed irritated while Alex and Gabe looked unhappy. My gaze kept nervously flicking back and forth between the three, wondering what in the hell was going on.
Alex was the first to speak up, “Gabe and I got a weird text from Ethan last night."
I looked between the two boys, confused by what Alex had said. Did Ethan send them the same text? “What do You mean?”
“He just sent a text saying he wasn’t going to be able to hang
