Coincidence?

Wilson's POV

For the next couple days, it was almost impossible to talk to Georgia. Once again she was gone before I woke up, arrived home after I fell asleep, or just locked herself up in her room. I felt bad and I just wanted to apologize to her. I knew she was thinking the whole thing was her fault. She probably thought I regretted us kissing, too. I didn't want her thinking like that. But I didn't have any chance to tell her that.

Since I had to make up for the hours I'd lost at Coffee House while I'd been in Hawaii, I'd been working a lot too. I tried texting her a couple times, only to receive a text from Henry saying that Georgia was busy.

Ah, speaking of Henry, apparently he was my own personal chauffer now. I no longer had the rental and still couldn't bring my house car to Georgia's house, so Henry had taken to picking me up and dropping me off places. I hated it, but I also could understand. Georgia's mother knew somethiing was up with me so we had to take caution now more