Paige turned her pen in her hand over and over, her attention neither in the calculations being done on the board nor in Nancy’s talk about how she had been to a rave that weekend. “Are you even listening?” nancy asked and she turned to her.
“Sorry, I just, have a lot on my mind.”
“Is it Mc Hottie? What happened?”
“We had a… big moment on Saturday and I thought we would talk about it but I haven’t seen him and his number is not going through.”
“So, he is ghosting you.”
“I don’t think he is ghosting me per say. I am just worried.”
“Girl. He is ghosting you. He probably blocked your number already.”
“He wouldn’t do that.” She knew him enough that she knew if he was done, he would tell her to her face and not ghost her.
“Okay then. When we get out of this class, you can dial him ag
