The handle turns.
I’m about to be busted.
And then—
“Katy, what are you doing?”
Justin’s voice cuts through, and the door slams shut immediately.
I sag against the wall, swallowing my sigh of relief because this might not be over. My fingers dig into my chest as I try to slow my racing heart and I swear I almost just flatlined.
“You left your door open,” Katy snaps. “Where were you?”
“I did—” Justin trails off, then exhales. “I had to grab something real quick.”
“What if someone broke in?” Katy continues. “And stole your TV or something?”
“I probably would’ve noticed someone lugging a giant TV out of the building,” Justin replies. “How were midterms?”
“Fine,” she mutters. “I came to give you this.”
I don’t know what they’re exchanging, but the conversation drags on for another t
