JORDAN
I waited for Olivia.
I kept a seat open beside me, just in case she walked in late with that soft, breathless look she always had when she rushed somewhere. I even caught myself glancing at the door every few minutes like some lovesick i***t. But the class started, the professor droned on, and that door never opened.
She didn’t show.
Maybe she left, I told myself. Maybe she wasn’t feeling well.
But then the next class came around… and again, no Olivia.
By the time the lecture ended, I was restless. My notes were a mess, my focus shot to hell. I packed up quickly and went searching for her friend — the short one with the loud laugh and the dyed streaks in her hair.
I found her halfway down the hallway, phone in hand, like she was about to bolt somewhere.
“Hey,” I call
