Chapter 4 Two days later during my evening economics class my phone vibrated, indicating I had a text. I snuck a peek at the screen. Where are you? It was from Casey. Yesterday during our shared lunch at the salad place he had asked me my phone information. My pulse instantly raced. Economics. I glanced at the professor but she had her back to the class and was writing something on the board as she continued to lecture. My phone buzzed again. Let’s go to the movies. Leave class. I can’t. A few minutes later. How much longer then? Twenty. Call me. The twenty minutes seemed to pass like twenty hours instead, but finally they were over and I hurried out of class, already punching his number into my smart phone. “There you are,” Casey said when he picked up. “How long will it take