The moment I was out of the building, my phone started to blow up with calls and text messages, but I wasn't interested in talking to Jase. I couldn't handle being another notch in his life-I didn't want to be anyone's project. The red numbers stacked up on the apps-missed calls, unread texts, voicemails. My head was spinning. It was only two o'clock in the afternoon, and I found myself dialing Holland's number.
"Hey, girl. What are you up to?" His voice was way too chipper.
"Are you near downtown?" My voice cracked, and I almost started sobbing. Deep breaths in and out. Over and over.
"Of course. What's wrong?" Chipper turned to concerned.
"Can you meet me at Zags? Please? I know it's the middle of the day, but I just need some company."
"I'm walking out the door now. What's going o
