“I know.” She smacks a kiss to my cheek. “Go shower, smelly. We have class in forty-five minutes.”
Idoit again when I slip into my seat.
I check my phone.
Nothing from Zach—not that I’m really expecting anything, but still.
Caleb comes rushing into the room at the last moment and takes the empty seat beside me.
“How are you holding up?”
I lift a shoulder. “As well as expected, I guess. I feel like everyone suddenly became an X-Man and they all acquired the exact same mutation: x-ray vision.”
“Well stop worrying. No one suspects a thing. I asked around at practice this morning to see if anyone had any idea who was in the photo.”
“And?”
“Not a clue, though they wouldn’t shut up about how hot the chick was.”
He winks at me, and I don’t even have the stomach to be flattered. I’m too pissed off at those shmucks for passing the photo around to begin with. I mean, who receives a naked photo of someone they don’t know and thenforwardsit on?
Dicks, that’s who.
“Any leads on cracking the case?”
Caleb gives me a look but doesn’t answer my question. “We’ll talk about it later.”
My stomach drops.
This can’t be good.
I spend the entire class unfocused and not paying an ounce of attention. My head is swimming with everything but whatever it is our professor is rambling on about.
I attempt to wish away the time, but the more I close my eyes and beg, the slower it goes, so I give up and zone out entirely, staring at my notebook.
Luckily Caleb is diligently typing away on his laptop; I’ll have to grab the notes from him later.
My fingers wander to the phone sitting on the table in front of me. I press the home button and the screen lights up.
No phone call.
No text.
No hope for us at all.
Class finally draws to an end. Everyone gathers up their things and rushes from the room, not wanting to be stuck behind the slow movers and aisle blockers.
Today, I’m a slow mover.
When I’m finally ready to face Caleb and get this dreadful conversation over with, he’s not there.
I see him rushing up the stairs and I call after him.
“Later!” he calls out to me.
My shoulders sink. Here goes another day of worrying about everything.
Zoe’s standing outside the door when I exit. “Everything go okay?”
