Adriana
I’D BEEN DOING my homework at the public library, when my mother called me. It had been hard to concentrate, with the emotions rolling through me, but I’d persevered by reminding myself that I wasn’t about to fail because of Trevor. If anything, my determination to graduate and get the hell out of Jensen was even stronger.
“You haven’t been answering your calls,” she scolded.
“Sorry, I’m in the library. I turned my phone down so I wouldn’t disturb anyone with calls.”
“The library? Why there? You never study at the library.”
She was right but I didn’t feel like explaining what had happened between me and Trevor and the chances of him hitting a library were pretty slim. “I needed some books,” I lied.
“Oh. Well, Trevor was just here, looking for you.”
Rolling my eyes, I uncapp
