CHAPTER SEVEN
KAT
It’s been three days since Braxton last texted me, and I feel horrible about the whole situation. I knew it was stupid, but I wanted him to understand what gluten does to some people, which is exactly that. The prank came to me on a whim after he made a gluten-free joke about being sensitive, plus he’s been a grade A asshole to me for a while. I didn’t realize it’d make him that sick, or I wouldn’t have done it in the first place.
After I pour some homemade chicken noodle soup in a big Tupperware container, I call Mila.
“Hey, babe!” she answers, excitedly.
“Hey. So. Um. I have a question.”
I can hear the TV on in the background, and she mutes it. “Yeah, what’s up?”
“Do you know where Braxton lives?” I ask.
It’s quiet for what feels like an eternity even though onl
