I didn’t want to wait to apologize to Dylan so while everyone else was eating, I stepped to the side to shoot off a quick text.
Dylan. I’m sorry. I’d like to talk if you would be willing.
Knowing how I had hurt him earlier, I didn’t expect a reply, much less an agreeable one. So when my phone started buzzing with a phone call, I nearly jumped out of my skin.
Maria quickly ushered me into her room to talk. She recognized this time, I guessed, that I needed more actual privacy than the bathroom could provide. Though I still had no doubt that those girls were all listening by the door.
Accepting the call, I brought the phone to my ear.
“Dylan?”
“Are you with him now?” Dylan asked. His words were slightly slurred, like he’d been drinking. “Is he there with you?”
“No,” I said. “I’m at
