Cole:
The clock glowed red—11:47 p.m.
I sat on the edge of my bed with only my boxers on, my legs stretched out and one hand lazily gripping a water bottle. Behind me, some girl from class was getting dressed in the dim light of my dorm room, sliding on her tight jeans like she had somewhere better to be. Not that I cared. I didn’t even remember her name—Kayla? Kara? Whatever ever it was, I just needed to blow off some steam from the past couple of days.
She tugged her cropped sweatshirt down over her chest and looked at me through the mirror, smirking like she’d just done me some kind of favor.
“I saw that theater girl tonight down town,” she said, tossing her hair lazily over one shoulder.
My brows lifted at her statement. “What girl?”
“You know, the one you kiss in the play. J
