KATY'S POV
I’m dressed an hour early for debate practice because lying on my bed isn’t cutting it anymore. I actually have to function, have to claw my way back to who I used to be. Yeah, the girl who cared about a lot of things. The girl who wasn’t this… indifferent.
Deep down, I also know why this is happening. There’s a tiny voice that keeps trying to whisper the truth, but I keep shutting it out.
I’m not ready to admit that I’m drifting through some heartbreak phase over a guy I never even dated. Which is embarrassing.
I reach the ground floor and pause to check my bun, smoothing it better. Then I step outside, scanning the lot for the campus cab I ordered but there’s sign of him yet.
I pull out my phone to check how far he is, and right then a message pops up in the debate group
