BRITNEY
The classroom was quiet as I read a book while the kids silently took a test. The vibration of my cell phone nearly made me jump out of my seat. I stared at the words on the screen from Mason.
I need you to come here. It’s an emergency. Please don’t tell Josh.
Mason never texted me. As a matter of fact, I didn’t even think he liked me. For him to have reached out to me, he must have been in serious trouble. I contacted the principal to get coverage for the class and called an Uber.
The car pulled up outside Josh’s apartment as I stared out the window, flabbergasted at the swarm of people standing outside the building. Journalists and reporters trying to get inside, holding up their cellphones, taking videos and snapping pictures. Oscar, the doorman, threatening to call the poli
