CROSS
My brother was pissed at me. No one cared.
Zeke was pissed at my brother. Everyone cared, or so I was told. It was all over campus by the end of the day. And in other news, Harper never said a word.
We kept waiting, expecting, but three days passed and nothing. The weekend came and went. Monday. Tuesday. We were all the way to next Thursday, and nothing extraordinary had happened.
Bren said her work was still cutting her out. She filled us in on everything happening there, including the phone call to her dad. She didn’t inform the guys how she felt about the call, but we all got it. She had a little spark in her eyes when she mentioned the call, but then it faded. So now we were coming up on another weekend (Thursday nights were counted as the first night of the weekend in colleg
