“Why don’t you just call him?”
I glare at Daniel.
“When I do call him, all he says is that he’s busy with his brother’s mate or work, Danny. If this goes on I’m going to be jealous of a girl I don’t even know!”
He sighs and bites in his sandwich. It’s lunchtime, and we managed to find a break between my classes and Danny’s experiments to talk to each other.
I haven’t seen Nate for a few days, and it’s driving me crazy because I have a feeling he is mad at me. I have no idea why. He went out one night because of some issues with his brother’s fated mate and didn’t come back. Instead, all I got was a stupid text saying he would be busy for a few days.
“Maybe he’s really busy?”
“Trust me, he had busy weeks before, but when he wanted to see me, he could. No, I feel something’s wrong
