Chapter 15

Sapphire Watterson

It had been five days, ten hours, and eight minutes since Andrew Blake hadn’t called. Was I pissed? Annoyed? Mad as hell? No. I couldn’t be mad at him. There was no reason to. We weren’t dating, even though he owed me a date, and he never explicitly said he liked me, aside from his usual flirting. Moreover, a cheesy goodnight text didn’t mean anything, right?

So, of course, I wasn’t mad. Except that I was livid. He waltzed into my life whenever he felt like it and disappeared as if it meant nothing, leaving me confused as hell because I didn’t know what we were doing.

Did I have the right to be mad at him? He somehow got my number from my phone, so why didn’t he call? Did his fiancée break up with him because she thought I was a threat to their relationship? Was I? It was just an auction, so why was I reacting this way?

Questions like these made me so angry. I didn’t even like the asshole. I mean, sure, I smiled when I reme