Monday morning came way too fast.
I barely slept the night before. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept thinking about Saturday night. About Liam. About Jace. Mostly about the way Jace had looked at me when he asked why I hadn't looked that worried when Liam got hit.
I hated that question. Mostly because I didn't have an answer.
"Stop staring at your phone."
I looked up from the screen. Chloe was sitting across from me in the cafeteria, eating fries like she hadn't just accused me of something.
"I wasn't staring."
"You've been looking at the same screen for five minutes."
"I was thinking."
"Dangerous."
I rolled my eyes. "Can you not?"
She grinned. "Fine. But you know what I think?"
"No."
"You're thinking about one of the hockey boys."
I nearly choked on my coffee. "I'm thinking
