Chapter 4
SEVIN
Wednesday night
I check the messages on my phone, pretending I’m not searching for Emily’s reply.
Unfortunately, I’m not the world’s greatest actor.
My phone has been unnaturally busy today.
A “touching base” text from my trainer. A quick call from my batting coach.
Ten messages from Kayla since this morning. Another two unanswered calls from Sawyer. And five texts from a New York-bound Naomi.
As for my hazel-eyed elevator buddy?
Exactly none.
Not that I’ve been searching for one.
I stare at her picture on the MyNeighbor app like a loser, hating how just the sight of her has my stomach tying in knots. I toss my phone as far as it can go, letting it land on my couch.
“f**k. f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k. Fuck.”
“Note to Sevin…” Sawyer mutters from the corner of my livi
