Sebastian
Evelyn’s clear misery fuels me to do everything I can to talk to—or even find—Ava before Thanksgiving break. Even though she never asked for my help, I’m not just going to sit around and wait for Ava to take her sweet time.
Ignoring my texts is one thing. Going out of her way to hide from the both of us is a whole different game, and I’m sick of it.
I’ve gone everywhere I know she spends her time. I’ve found her friends in the bars and classmates in the coffee shop. I’ve waited outside the cheer locker room several days in a row but somehow always miss Ava.
Now it’s not a desire to find her. It’s truly personal.
I don’t know how she’s doing this, but this ends today.
It takes a bit of sleuthing and bribes, but I get the class Ava has this afternoon, and I head over to the b
