Page 12 of Romeo

Jasper: That was a damn lie. I’m already fucking overreacting.

Jasper: Is your phone dead?

Jasper: Did you make it to school?

Jasper: Fuck this. Answer me, Fi.

Jasper: I’m calling Georgie in five minutes.

Jasper: No, I’m not. He’ll ask why I’m losing my shit over you, and I’m not ready for that conversation yet.

Yet?

My eyes lingered on that one word before I forced myself to keep reading.

Jasper: Five more minutes, Fiona, then I’m calling Josie.

Jasper: I swear to God, if you don’t answer me soon, I’m getting back on the road.

Jasper: I need one word, Cher. Safe. Busy. Annoyed. Anything.

Jasper: Fiona, please.

My heart did a stupid little flip as I stared at the phone.

He was just worried.

Friends worried.

It didn’t mean anything else.

I kept telling myself that as I texted him back.

Me: I’m safe. I was in class.

Jasper: Jesus fucking Christ.

Me: The teachers will take my phone if they see me texting.

Jasper: I’ve been picturing your car in a ditch all fucking morning, or falling off the side of that godforsaken mountain the clubhouse is on.

Me: I don’t live at the clubhouse LOL. No mountain roads for me to drive to school on.

Me: I was running late for school, so I didn’t have time to check my phone. I figured it was Georgie checking on me.

Jasper: Does he do that a lot? And why were you late?

Me: I overslept.

Me: …and he only does that on days that end in y.

Jasper: So every day. Got it.

Jasper: Why did you oversleep?

Jasper: Were you dreaming about me?

I bit my lip and closed my eyes when I read his question. Heat crept into my cheeks.