CLARISSA’S POV
The sharp chill of the night air bites at my skin as I step off the ice. I glance at my phone again, ignoring the ache in my legs. No messages. No missed calls. No sign of Landon.
Where the hell is he?
I shouldn’t care. I don’t care. But the thought disturbs. He hasn’t texted, hasn’t shown up. And for some godforsaken reason, that bothers me more than it should.
“You checking your phone for your boyfriend?” Jemma’s voice is all tease as she unlaces her skates beside me.
“It’s not that,” I snap, a little too fast.
Zaya grins knowingly. “Right. You just happen to glare at your phone like it personally offended you every time you check it.”
I roll my eyes and shove my phone in my bag. “Shut up.”
Jemma and Zaya exchange a look, smirking. I hate them. I really do.
As we
