Every time my phone pings this morning, I nearly leap out of my seat, like it’s wired up to an eject button. This is, I hunt around my bag, praying – once again – that Chris has sent a text. That way, I’ll have something to cheer me up.
When I open it and see that the message is from Scott, I feel a sense of disappointment.
‘Hope you’re feeling better today. And don’t forget, at least your speech was memorable. It’ll keep your company relevant. Scott xx’
Despite everything, I smile and suppress a giggle. I’m torn between gratitude in having a friend like Scott and despair that I evidently haven’t got a boyfriend in Chris.
“I hear that I’ve been roped in to save the day,” Drew says cockily as he slides into his chair and manoeuvres his hand to its permanent location of on his crotch
