CHAPTER
Last summer
Xavier is literally the sweetest guy I know. I mean it, too. It’s only Saturday night, and we’re not going to see each other for the rest of the weekend, but we’ve been texting for, like, two hours.
I can’t wait for Monday to see you. I want you now.
It’s such a good feeling to be that loved, to know that someone misses you that much. Mr. Daly told our class it was a good exercise to look for things throughout the day that are ironic, so here’s one for you. The phone I’ve been using to text with Xavier all night is the cell my dad got for me so we could (as he put it) “stay in touch.” Which basically means it’s the phone I use to text Mom when I’m ready for her to pick me up from Dad’s for my mandatory weekend visits.
So Dad got me this phone right after he left, e
