BRAYDON’S POV
First thing I do after leaving the locker room is check Katy’s schedule. She’s packed again with four classes back-to-back, then debate practice. Seriously, does she know the meaning of fun? Or breaks? Or literally anything besides stressing herself out?
I swear, I don’t even know how many credits she’s taking, but it’s enough to make me tired just looking at it.
I sling my backpack higher on my shoulder, weaving through the crowd of students spilling across campus. Everyone’s heading in different directions, some with coffee cups glued to their hands, and others laughing way too loud for this early in the day. I’m just about to head to my own class when my phone buzzes in my pocket.
I pull it out, and my frown shows up instantly as my old man’s name flashes across the sc
