CHAPTER 32
CALLIE
MAYBE I'M THE PROBLEM
By the time I got to school the next morning, my head was still a mess. Marco’s cold tone, the way he wouldn’t even look at me at the bar… it kept replaying in my mind like an annoying movie I couldn’t pause.
Isn't it torture to be tied to someone spirit and soul?
I sat in the lecture hall with my notebook open and pen in hand, but my thoughts were nowhere near the board. The professor’s voice sounded like muffled radio noise and it was just echoing somewhere at the back of my head.
"Why did he act like that?"
"Did I do something wrong?"
"Should I call him?"
My heart thudded hard as I slowly reached into my bag and pulled out my phone under the desk. I turned on the screen, staring as the screen lit up.
I typed Marco’s name, my thumb hov
