*Noah*
Three days.
That's how long it's been since I last spoke to Jane, and every single one of the ninety-eight messages I've sent since then have gone read but unanswered. Which I suppose is only fair since I was the dumbass who told her I wanted to be alone.
I groan, tossing my phone onto the couch.
Not only did I mess up with the suspension, but I probably made Jane feel as though she was responsible for it. I threw her attempt to make me feel better back in her face. The Yankee tickets … She went through all that effort and I know that those seats were not cheap.
But even worse than the wasted money were the things I said to her. The way I just shut her out after all that talk about us having each other's backs. What the hell was I thinking? I knew better than that. I was be
