My hands were shaking as I stared down at the picture.
Blake was from Boston. He was from f*****g Boston. Why hadn’t he said anything to me?
This was insane.
I closed the image, but I kept the phone clasped tightly in my hands.
Boston.
It explained how he was able to imitate my accent so infuriatingly perfectly when he made fun of me, I guess.
I unlocked my phone and started to send him a message, but before I hit send I deleted the entire thing.
I couldn’t confront him about this without admitting what I had done. And the last time I spoke to him I told him I liked him, so... There was also that.
On the other hand, I needed to know why the hell he hadn’t told me.
I typed out about four different messages before settling on something I thought might work.
‘Hey - missed you at sc
