Chapter Thirty.

I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my body, listening out for any noise in my room. The idea of Brody in my bedroom causes my heart to speed up. I mentally pray I don't embarrass myself. Although it wouldn't be the first time.

The aftermath of today's events are slowly fading from my mind however I know tomorrow, it'll be all I think about. I'm dreading going to school, the thought causes my stomach to tighten in knots, making me nauseous. I roll back my shoulders and let out a low groan at the dull aching pain in my body. The stress and anxiety from the past few weeks is beginning to take its toll on me.

"Brody, what classes do you have — "

My question is cut short as I peer around my empty room. Where the hell is Brody? I search my bedroom and notice his jacket has also disappeared. If his scent wasn't lingering in the air, I'd question whether I made up his presence entirely.