She left me on Read. Again. At that point, I was frowning so hard, Jude, who was changing beside me after practice, kicked my shin. “Something the matter?” “What does it mean if you’re constantly left on Read?” He paused, then slowly slipped his hoodie on. “Lack of interest?” “She used to text me first.” “Then loss of interest.” “It’s not that.” I slammed the locker shut and left.
