Zander’s POV
I showed up at the apartment expecting Isabella to be there, but instead, Bryanna was sitting on the floor outside my door, endlessly typing on her phone. She didn’t show herself doing sh*t like this on her socials, did she?
“Zander, where have you been?” Bryanna asked. “I’ve been waiting over an hour for you.”
Now I really know she isn’t smart like Isabella. What if I was out all night?
“Why would you wait an hour outside my door, Bryanna?” I said, puzzled. “You have my phone number.”
“I thought you would appreciate me dedicating my time to you,” Bryanna said and stood up.
“No, I think it's actually quite silly,” I responded.
“But I thought we could hang out,” Bryanna said, biting her fake bottom lip.
Ugh, I can’t even.
“I can’t, Bryanna. I have tutoring with Isabel
