Cassie
Three days.
Three whole days.
You’d think after spending almost four years knowing someone, three days wouldn’t matter.
Turns out they do.
Especially when you’re the i***t who keeps checking her phone every fifteen minutes.
I tossed my sociology textbook onto the desk with more force than necessary before rubbing my eyes.
This chapter had been open for almost an hour.
I’d read the same paragraph six times.
Not because it was difficult.
Because every few minutes my stupid brain whispered…
Maybe he texted.
He hadn’t.
Again.
“You’re hopeless.”
I muttered the words to myself before reaching for my phone anyway.
Nothing.
Just a reminder from my calendar about tomorrow’s Delta executive meeting.
A group text from my mom asking if I was eating enough vegetables.
Sophia s
