MEL
When I arrived at our final block class, Delilah was sitting at her desk, biting her nails. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked her. I didn’t have third block with either of them, making it my loneliest class of the day, but I looked forward to our last class together.
“Junior ditched, and I can’t get ahold of him,” she said, still worrying her nails.
I grabbed her hand away from her teeth as I sat next to her. “What do you mean?”
“He wasn’t in third, so I tried texting him. I had this weird feeling when he wasn’t responding. I tried linking him the whole last half of class. He has his block up. I can’t reach him,” she explained. “Did he say anything to you?”
“No,” I said, now getting worried. The bell rang, and our teacher rushed in to get class started. “Do you think Alpha pulled him
