It had been days since I had saw his face. Really saw him. He had been skipping class and when he did attend, we rarely spoke. It was obvious he was avoiding me. And rightfully so. I was a jerk. But I was just scared, couldn't he see that?
I hadn't been able to sleep or eat and from the looks of it neither had Carson. I was able to catch a glimpse of his tall broad shoulders twisting and turning making his way through the crowded halls and out the quad doors. But that was on Tuesday. It was now Friday, and I hadn't seen him again. I was starting to get worried. I wanted to call, to text, to sky right 'hey! I miss you' but what good would that do? We would just be back where we started. In over our heads. At least this way, with us apart, we still had them. And to make matters worse my p
