Noah

I’d been pacing my room for twenty minutes.

Which was ridiculous, because there was nothing I could physically do from here.

But my phone felt like it weighed a hundred pounds in my hand, and every time I thought about what Jessa must be hearing at school, my chest tightened like someone was cinching a strap around my ribs.

Girls can be brutal.

I know that sounds stupid coming from a guy who plays football and has been in more than one locker-room shouting match, but this ...