BRAYDON'S POV
I’m leaning against the wall outside Katy’s lecture hall, pretending to scroll through my phone so I don’t look like a creep waiting for her. My heart’s been pounding since I got here, and it just keeps getting worse every minute the door stays closed.
And look, I know how it sounds. Guys only get this worked up when they’ve screwed something up.
But that’s what’s messing with me—I don’t even know what I did. I’m not nervous, I’m not scared. I just feel… wrecked. Like someone reached straight into my chest and stabbed whatever keeps me alive.
I’ve texted her over twenty times since last night but she didn’t respond to any of them. Not even the short ones where I was basically begging her to just tell me what’s going on.
Now I’m pretty sure she blocked me and the thing ki
