Partners In Crime

MILES

I waited for Dom to get out of practice, spending time in the library. Classes had been hell. I tried my hardest not to bump into anyone or lean back on my chair, but it was all wishful thinking. It did feel much better than it had this morning. Having it wrapped up made it easier to move and to bear.

It was also hotter than the devil's ball sack outside, so I kept to the shadows like I was some vampire.

Dom had tried to find me during lunch, but I didn't have it in me to face him just yet. Even though I was avoiding him, I couldn't help liking that he texted me.

Dom: Where are you?

Miles: Why?

Dom: I want to check your back again.

I flushed at that one. It almost seemed like he cared. But I knew the truth. He felt sorry for me.

Miles: I'm fine.

Dom: Miles...

Miles: See you after practice.

I closed my phone and put it in my bag, ignoring the constant buzzing. I had to silence it because it was disturbing my last class. When that ended, it was two forty-five.