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What if he doesn’t reply?
Will I come off as desperate?
Does he hate that I text him?
Frowning, I lower the phone and watch my friends giggle at something on Yvie’s phone. Probably another lovesick message from Zane. I wish I had that.
Something tingles up my spine.
Not only was Kai texting me last night, but he texted first.
He looked right in my eyes at the restaurant and took back the words; he hated me.
"My mom’s going mental about this assignment. It’s driving me up the wall."
Okay, it’s sent. Can’t take it back now. Well, I could. I could hit unsend, hoping he hadn’t seen it. And he probably hasn’t. Why would he check my text this quickly?
I lower my phone, exhaling hard. Why am I stressing over this? It’s not like I like him or anything. The thought of him just makes me feel good.
My eyes widen, and I shake my head.
What?
Kai Nelson makes me feel good?
Why on earth would I think that? He’s called me a witch, a she-devil, a ditz, demonic, and an airhead. What about him could possibly make me feel good?
“Ah, Tabby?” Yvie draws out my name. “Are you hyperventilating or something?”
I wave her off, shifting my weight as I sit cross-legged on the plush white carpet. “No. No, I’m good.”
Cammy smirks. “Please don’t keel over in my bedroom. I don’t need the drama.”
Yvie laughs. “I can see the headlines now.Tabitha Jones has a heart attack in the bedroom of Camila Garcia. Was Cammy the culprit?”
Cammy flicks her index finger against the top of Yvie’s head. “Rude. As if I’d give Tabby a heart attack.”
“Yeah, it’s not like she’s scared of you,” Yvie continues to joke.
The words hit home for Cammy, who slams her hand on her hips and grips the flat iron harder. “Excuse me?”
Yvie squeaks. “Jokes. It was a joke!”
I blink at the two of them. Whoa. Is Cammy really that perceptive about how she makes me feel? Maybe there is a regretful part of her after all.
My phone vibrates in my hand. I look down, and relief overwhelms me.
Kai texts,"Sounds like my mom."
I’m texting before the reply hits my brain."Can you give me something that sounds smart to tell her? What can I say we’re working on?"
My fingertips tap along the side of my phone as I await his reply. Luckily, the girls have zoned me out again. I stare hard at my last message. Has time paused? Why isn’t there a reply? Boredom sets in, and I’m about to click into another app when my phone vibrates.
"You think I can come up with that?"Kai replies.
"Are you with your brother?"I text.
"No, I’m never with my brother. Ask your own brother. Doesn’t he do all your homework?"
