#Chapter 125: A Bad Feeling

I thought maybe Matt was just late, but after an hour passed, I started to worry that something else was up. Jack eyed me as I paced near the front window. “Guess he’s not coming,” he said, sounding a bit smug. He’d come home fifteen minutes earlier, covered in mud. After a quick shower, he joined me in the living room to wait. I shot him a look but didn’t comment. Jack said it like he saw this coming, but I knew Matt wouldn’t just stand me up. Something else had to be going on. I tried his number, but his phone went right to voicemail. I sent him a few more texts but staring at my phone didn’t make any answers materialize. “Maybe he forgot,” Jack said, a small smile on his face. I turned on my heel and stomped to my room, my phone clenched in my hand. Our first real date since we went to play pool, and of course he didn’t show up. I knew Jack felt a little vindicated, but I refused to spiral into self-consciousness. Not this time. Matt loved me. I knew he did. There had to be a lo