CHAPTER 5
But Kip didn't Skype, and he didn't call either. As the night wore on, I went from feeling annoyed that he forgot, to angry that he blew me off, to afraid that he was lying unconscious in a ditch somewhere. I vacillated between worry and wounded pride until midnight, when worry finally got the best of me. While it was tempting to send my missing boyfriend a sarcastic text, like--Forget something? --I decided not to, on the off chance that he had a good excuse, or was actually in trouble. Instead, I opted for "What happened to you?" which could be interpreted as concerned OR pissed off. That way, I'd covered all my bases.
He texted back almost immediately, I'm sorry, Jamie. Work is out of control & there's other stuff going on. Talk tomorrow, PROMISE. Xo
Seriously--that was his
