Thirty-Four: Sloane

"Come on, come on, come on," I muttered while waiting for my phone to turn on. My mother had left me in my room, not caring if I stayed there with a guard at my door or if I returned to the dining hall.

I preferred to stay here, but I knew someone would probably be along shortly to escort me back to the others once they realized I was no longer with my mother. If or when they did, I wanted to be long gone.

The device vibrated in my hand, and I held my breath as my background appeared. As soon as I unlocked it, a message popped up, and I had to cover my mouth to hide the giddy squeal threatening to leave me.

Greyson: I feel like I should explain, but he had it coming.

I pressed my lips together and fell back onto my bed as I stared at the screen.

Sloane: Thank you.

I didn't know what else to say, but when I saw him next, I was going to show him just how much I appreciated him. Only this time, I would be sober and awake.

Greyson: You're not mad?

It blew my mind that he assumed I would be