The next Monday, I submitted my script to the professor and walked out of the class. I was happy to hear it was only three papers left.

The exam was restraining me and I hated it. I shoved my phone out of my pocket and saw Sky's text. He needed me to call him as soon as possible but I couldn't call him in the hallway so I walked to the restroom.

I pushed open the first door and dialed his number. He didn't pick I called again till it rang three times and stopped.

"Damn you," I huffed.

I turned ...