Jamie had been staring at his phone for so long the screen had dimmed twice, he'd literally had to tap the screen to revive it.
He was lying chest flat on his bed, head propped up with a pillow supporting his chin and his legs swinging in slow motion.
His room was very quiet, a wide contrast from the loud, chaotic weekend they'd just had.
They got back Sunday evening and Jett had dropped him off.
He'd immediately texted Jett when he got inside and they'd talked a little before going to bed.
That was the last time they spoke.
Now it was Wednesday afternoon.T hree days later.
Three days of silence and ignored messages. Jamie unlocked his phone again and scrolled through their chat.
You alive?
He had texted on monday morning when he finished his classes and still didn't get a reply to the "Good morning" he sent.
Then at night, he had texted him again.
You forgot your hoodie in my bag.
Delivered and no reply.
On Tuesday afternoon he texted again
Are you working?
