Chapter Thirteen
She pulled into the school parking lot with only five minutes to spare before the bell went for her chemistry class, the only one she was still taking. She’d had to use a hand towel to dry herself from the cool shower after Scarlett used all the hot water in the house. She’d also found her toothbrush floating in the toilet, so she’d used her finger to scrub her teeth with paste, which only added to her crappy mood today.
Mason, not one to make a big deal out of things, wouldn’t normally have been bothered that Justin hadn’t texted back, but this morning, just the way everything was shaking out, she was. She wasn’t about to track him down and feel out what was going on, though. He’d text or he wouldn’t, she told herself. Or he was moving on.
Why Scarlett’s words popped i
