One hour before…
At first, I didn't know I would end up in front of Skylar’s dorm room until I did. It seemed to be that my legs had walked of their accord to the very person I had been thinking about all afternoon and evening.
By the time I made it to her dorm hallway, my body was exhausted, but my mind was worse. I’d been replaying the cafeteria fight all afternoon—the way her face fell, the tears in her eyes, the words she spat at me that cut sharper than any blade. I couldn’t just leave it hanging overnight. Not when the thought of her walking away from me felt like someone had reached inside and twisted my guts.
So I waited for her.
I relaxed against the wall like I belonged there, arms crossed, trying not to let the nerves show as I waited for her.
When she finally rounded the
