Cassie’s POV
We were just out of class, and Sandy walked briskly ahead of me, her phone in hand. "I can't believe I'm late to theatre practice." She said with a dramatic panic, but next gasped suddenly in even more dramatic horror.
"Oh my gosh, even Nathan. Nathan! The habitual latecomer is already there five minutes before me. I can’t believe this.
I could've laughed at her tantrums right, now, knowing Nathan would tease her with this.
"You know what this means?" she went on, almost walking into a door before catching herself, and just like I thought, said exactly it. "He’s never letting me live this down. I know that guy!"
But at this point, my thoughts couldn't help but drift away from time to time. I wasn’t even trying to keep up with her pace, my mind at elsewhere.
I managed
