Ballbusting classmate See original ↗
Chapter 1 The Weight of a Single Text --- The morning after, I woke up with a dry mouth and a phone that felt too heavy in my hand. Her address was there, in the thread, a string of numbers and a street name I'd never heard of. I stared at it for a long time, my thumb hovering over the screen, my heart doing something strange in my chest. Not quite pounding. Not quite racing. Just… there. Loud. ...
