That completely ruined my concentration.
MASON
I left campus pissed off.
At Coach.
At my father.
At myself.
Mostly at myself.
Because the worst part was knowing they were right.
Iwasdistracted.
Every damn thing somehow led back to Rowan lately.
Practice.
Parties.
Random thoughts in the middle of class.
It was getting ridiculous.
My phone buzzed again while I walked toward my apartment.
This time it was Jace.
Jace:
You alive or brooding dramatically somewhere?
Me:
Busy.
Jace:
So yes.
Ignored.
Then another text came through immediately after.
Jace:
Rowan just followed you on Instagram.
I stopped walking.
Actually stopped.
Then immediately opened the app like a complete idiot.
And there it was.
