Chapter Nineteen
I’m not freaking out — not yet. Why hasn’t she called back?
Weston
I knew I was being ridiculous when, during class, I kept checking my phone for any missed texts or phone calls.
Kiersten hadn’t responded to me. And I hated that my mind was absolute crap, while I made excuses for why she wouldn’t talk to me.
Was it because of my dad?
Or did I push her too far too fast?
Shit.
My phone vibrated in my hand. Finally!
I looked down at the text.
We still on for 2night?
I was barely able to hide my excitement. As it was, I had such a giant-assed grin on my face, that I’m sure my professor assumed I was high, or looking at dirty pictures or something.
“Something you want to share with the rest of the class, Mr. Michels?” Crap, so she had noticed.
I cleared my throat and nodded. “I have a date.”
A few people whispered around me.
And then I received a slap or two on the back from teammates. My professor, however, seemed less than amused. She rolled her eyes and returned to her lecture. But I couldn’t concentrate. Instead, I texted her back.
Counting down the minutes.
So I’d lost every ounce of game I’d carefully pieced together throughout my existence. I didn’t want to play the cool and aloof guy. The one that had all the time in the world, because I knew I didn’t. And I wanted to capture every damn moment until it was too late.
My hands shook.
I checked my phone again.
I’d need to do another batch of meds before I saw her tonight. If I skipped my next class, took them about an hour early, and lay down, I’d probably be fine for the date. At least, fine enough not to puke all over her pretty face.
Ten minutes later, I strolled out of the room and made a beeline for the dorms.