I hung up, heart beating erratically in my rib cage.
"Oh my god," I whispered. "Oh my god ."
I ran a trembling hand through my wet hair, then cinched my white robe tighter around my waist. The phone rang again and I jumped. Automatically I answered.
"H-Hello?"
"Winter?"
"Martin?"
"Yeah."
"What's up?"
"Please?"
I sighed. "Fine. 587-9680."
"Woah - hold up. Say that again."
"587-9680. You should be thanking me, you lovesick idiot."
"Thank you. But I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to say to her, so maybe it's kind of useless having her phone number."
I considered for a moment. "You don't have a choice," I told him. "You guys go to different schools," I said, ticking the reasons off on my fingers. "You don't get a chance to see her on the weekends. Actually, you don't have a
