Chapter 93

"You’ve been defeated." “Damn it!” Jack muttered, yanking off his headphones and tossing them aside. He leaned back in frustration, running a hand through his hair. What’s wrong with me? I can’t focus on anything. With a sigh, he stepped out onto the porch. The night air was cool against his skin as he lifted his gaze to the sky. The moon hung quietly above, soft and steady. A small smile curved his lips. I wonder what she’s doing right now... Should I call her? She’s probably sleeping. Or maybe reading something, like she always does. He sighed again and walked back into his room, shutting the door behind him. He dropped onto his bed, rubbing his face with both hands. What am I even thinking? Why is my head filled with this stuff? His eyes fell on his phone. For a moment, he considered dialing her number. His fingers hovered over the screen—but then, with a sharp breath, he pulled away. “Ugh, forget it. I’ll talk to her tomorrow,” he muttered and pulled the blanket over himself. As he