I glanced down at my phone for the hundredth time that day as I walked home in the pouring rain. I had once again, found myself without a ride, Tyler was at a college event and Layla was home sick. I wiped the rain off the screen and looked at it desperately. Nothing.
It had been three whole days since we painted together. For the rest of that hour, after our roughhousing, Alex had barely exchanged a word or even a glance with me. I had asked him what was wrong but was met with silence or simple shrugs.
I had tried texting a few times after that, asking after him, again… nothing. After the third text met with zero reply, I gave up, I wasn’t going to hound him. The following day I had arrived for our usually 7th period get-together, but found myself waiting, he never arri
