I stared at the text message, my thumb hovering over the keyboard.

Where are you?

The audacity. The absolute audacity of Xander Romano to text me at...I checked the time...almost eleven at night asking where I was like he had any right to know.

Anger bubble up in my chest and I gripped the phone hard. I was so tired of him and the way he making me feel. I hate the confusion and the guilt and the constant back-and-forth of wanting him and knowing I shouldn't.

I typed back quickly, my fingers ...