Brett
I never realized how much I texted Cassie until she stopped answering right away.
It wasn’t like she’d ignored me.
Eventually, she’d replied.
That was the weird part.
Eventually.
Normally, if I texted Cassie, my phone barely had enough time to go back into my pocket before it buzzed again.
This time?
Nothing.
Not for almost three hours.
I stared down at the message thread while sitting in the last five minutes of Sports Psychology, my professor rambling about motivation and performance anxiety.
My attention wasn’t exactly on the lecture.
Me: You survived chapter tonight?
Nothing.
I flipped my phone over on the desk.
Maybe she was busy.
That happened.
She was Delta president. Between classes, meetings, and whatever fundraiser she was planning next, she probably had mo
