That evening, Clara texted me.
Clara: Ethan, are you here to pick me up yet?
I clicked my tongue softly at her message.
I was already standing right at her school gate. Did she seriously think I was still back home lazing around in bed?
I had barely started typing a reply when another message popped up from her.
Clara: Ethan, if you haven't gotten here yet, don't bother coming to pick me up.
My brow furrowed, and I glanced out the car window. Crowds of students were already streaming out of the campus gate by then.
Ever since Clara had started school, I had driven her to and from campus pretty much every single day. Even when she went out with friends or to parties, she always texted me ahead of time. She had never canceled on me at the last minute like this, out of the blue.
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