Coach looked unconvinced. “Right.”
My phone buzzed in my bag before he could keep interrogating me.
I checked it automatically.
Rowan.
Coach saw my entire expression change in real time.
Oh no.
Absolutely not.
Coach leaned back slowly. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”
Jesus Christ.
ROWAN
I didn’t mean to text him.
Honestly.
But after Bennett’s feedback and three straight hours of editing, my brain was fried.
So:
Rowan:
Quick question.
Hypothetically, if someone’s professor said their work was emotionally repressed, should they fight her?
I stared at the message immediately after sending it.
Why did I send that.
Why.
Three dots appeared almost instantly.
Mason:
That depends.
Did the professor have a point?
Rude.
Accurate.
But rude.
Rowan:
You’re both terrible people.
The typing bubble cameback fast.
