COLEEN
I didn’t go to class the next morning.
It wasn’t something I usually did but I needed today. I just wanted to relax at home and take a moment to breathe and pretend like the outside world didn’t exist.
I sat curled on the far end of the couch in our tiny living room, wrapped in a blanket I didn’t remember grabbing, with my laptop open but untouched on my lap. My phone sat on the coffee table in front of me, screen dark but still pulsing in the back of my mind like a bomb waiting to go off.
Blocked or not, Chase had a way of getting under my skin.
“Okay,” Mark said, stepping into the apartment with a smoothie in one hand and his bag slung across his chest. “You, my friend, have officially become a hermit.”
I blinked. “I live here, dumbass. You can’t call me a hermit for staying
