The Next Day
“Mia, how are you feeling?” Mason asks as he sits on my bed. “Do you want to go to school?”
“I’m fine now. I have to go; I’m not missing your first game,” I reply, getting up.
“If you feel any pain, just tell me or Matt, and we’ll ask to be excused. I’ll drop you home,” he says, and I nod.
“When are you going to tell me about that hickey?” I smirk.
“I promised I wouldn’t tell. You know I take my promises seriously.”
“Fine, don’t tell me.”
“Better get ready for school,” he says, getting up and leaving.
I ponder what to wear: a short skirt with leggings and a V-neck top, paired with my Converse.
I knock on the bathroom door. “I’m showering!” Matt yells.
Great.
I head downstairs to make toast while I wait to shower and get ready.
“Mia, your phone has been ringing for
