Medora
I didn’t expect Reign to start acting like a sulky little kid. Isn’t it okay for me to be curious about why he suddenly cares about me so much?
But now, he’s avoiding me.
This morning, when I tried to tap his chin in Coach Richard’s office, he jerked away before I could even touch him. The coffee and flowers have stopped coming. He doesn’t try to punch the boys anymore when they make those stupid, flirty comments about me.
In one word: distant.
I settled at my desk, trying to push the thoughts away, but they clung to me like static. With a sigh, I picked up my phone.
Me: Could you talk to Reign? He’s avoiding me, and I just want to make sure he’s okay.
I sent the text to Millie, his mom, just before Yellow’s name flashed on my screen.
“If you’re having s*x right now, please
