I pushed the sheets off from over me and stared down at the phone again as if maybe the message had been nothing but a fantasy.
The words were still there as plain and as clear as they had been when I first read them.
I had no idea what to do. I didn’t know why he wanted to talk to me, and I didn’t think that Brooke would be very happy if she heard me talking on the phone late at night.
I chewed the inside of my lip as I weighed up my options. I could text him back and say I was in bed, but that would make me look like a major nerd. I could casually let him know I had been busy in a couple of hours, and hope that it made me seem like I was at some exciting party rather than watching a movie with the school gym teacher. I could message him back and say I wasn’t in the mood to talk when
