Taming Dylan Winthrop
Giant screens flickered with live sports, stock market updates, and whatever else these privileged kids were supposed to care about.
Normally, it was buzzing with activity, but today, it was blessedly quiet. That’s exactly why I’d came here. I just wanted some peace. But peace, it seemed, was actively avoiding me.
“You’ve been staring at that window for ten minutes straight,” Mason’s voice interrupted again. I kept my gaze fixed on the campus below.
“So?”
“So, it’s weird.”
“Everything about you is weird,” Noah added, snorting from his side of the couch.
“Fair point,” Mason conceded.
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