Rain
"You hear anything yet?" Jesse leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking entirely too relaxed for someone who knew I was about to lose my mind.
"They said they'll get back to me by the end of the week," I muttered, my legs refusing to stay still. I paced back and forth across the room, every step making my nerves worse.
"So… no."
I whipped around to glare at him. "Not no. Just... not yes."
Jesse let out an exaggerated sigh. "Rain, that's just a fancy way of saying no answer."
"Yeah, thanks, genius. I figured that out on my own."
He shrugged. "Just making sure."
I dragged a hand through my hair. "I should've pushed harder. Asked more questions. What does ‘by the end of the week’ even mean? Thursday? Friday? Midnight on Saturday? If they already know whether they’re in
