“It’s not like I lied to hurt you,” I said in a mocking tone as I tried to imitate Sloane’s voice. “What does she think I am?” 

I stood rooted for a second at the door as I watched Sloane disappear into the school building. 

“Okay,” I muttered under my breath, pulse quickening. “Now.” 

I pivoted, tightening my grip on the strap as I headed to the library. I pulled out my phone, scrolling to the text I’d sent last night, the one I’d almost deleted five times before ...