XYRA'S POV
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and a groan escaped my lips. What was that persistent insect demanding attention? I thought.
I wrestled with the temptation, knowing it probably wasn't anything good. But I couldn't help it anymore as my curiosity caved, and I snuck a peek. It was him. A simple "Hi, Xyra. Whatever for?" with a pleading emoji tacked on the end.
I scoffed. Whatever for indeed. Like he didn't know. But instead of crafting a scathing reply, my fingers typed out a one-word answer: "Nothing." Not exactly eloquent, but it conveyed the message. Delete. Send. I debated.
Steph's voice cut through the silence. "Did you catch that twist? Totally saw it coming, though!" she said, rewinding the scene on the TV.
"Uh-huh," I mumbled, forcing a smile. My focus was stuck on the
