Chapter Fifteen
That weekend started out pleasantly boring. I declined an invite from Eva to go club-hopping with her and her crew, and not just because her little scene in the library still had me ticked, but I just didn’t feel like leaving my nest. I wanted some peaceful solitude.
After E. called me a total buzzkill and hung up on me, I shrugged, curled up on my couch with some homework and popcorn, and started a marathon of my favorite movies.
When my cell phone rang a little before eleven, I was beginning to feel sleepy. I figured it was Eva again, drunk calling me, demanding I dress my ass up and come join her already. So I dawdled with reaching for the receiver.
Upon seeing Home on the caller ID, however, I suddenly wanted to bawl. I nearly attacked the phone, starved to hear my
