KATY'S POV
“Excuse me,” I mumble, squeezing my way through the sea of bodies flooding the hallway. It’s crowded, with people talking over each other, and swapping complaints about midterms.
“I swear that question on developing economies wasn’t even discussed previously in class.” someone groans.
I smile to myself. The questions weren’t that bad. Honestly, they were kind of fun, like solving puzzles everyone else found impossible.
Just as I reach Braydon’s lecture hall, the door swings open and he comes out, a shoulder bag slung across his chest, sleeves rolled up, and hair a little messy. He’s scrolling through his phone, totally oblivious to the world.
I raise my hand and wave, but he doesn’t notice. So I call his name, and when he finally looks up, his eyes light up like he didn’t
