HAYDEN

The weekend seemed way longer without Coleen. It wasn’t like we were glued to each other’s sides every second on campus, but I’d gotten used to knowing she was there. Maybe I’d see her crossing the quad, hair whipping in the wind as she hurried to class.

Maybe I’d catch her in the athletic complex, teasing me with that little smirk she wore when she thought she had the upper hand. Even if we didn’t talk, just the chance of bumping into her was enough to keep the day from ...