Fourteen unread text messages from me.
The agitation prickled my skin as hundreds of thoughts whirled like the wind in my mind. I was worried sick as we started our morning classes. Brady kept poking me to talk to him, and if he weren't my best friend, I would have flipped the table over him.
"Who s**t on your cereal?"
"I don't eat cereal," I protested as my eyes glanced at my phone screen.
"Don't worry, your girl is with mine. They won't come to school today." Brady scratched the back of his head, another sign that he was hiding something.
That made me concerned. It wasn't like Destiny to miss school, especially since we had a chemistry final in the afternoon.
"Why?"
"She told me they needed girl time—is there even such a thing as girl time?" The incredulous tone in his voice made
