Which gives me too much time to think about what I’m going to do. How I’m going to do this. An hour in, my heart finally settles, and I start to think about how stupid this is. Wyatt’s going to see me, slam the door in my face, tell me that they never want to see me again.

I don’t even know their address, which is what leads me to dragging out my laptop to use the shitty plane wi-fi.

At the beginning of the semester, we had to fill out emergency-contact forms for our roommates. Most stuff could be handled by the school, of course, but it was just an extra precaution. The last thing I wanted to do was give Wyatt all my contact information; this was the kid who’d ruined my semester, taken my single room away from me, and I didn’t want to give them anything. But our counselor dragged out that old “you both signed a contract with this school” rule. So I had to fill it out.

And now I’m so glad I did.

It takes a bit of looking in my student portal, but I find his parents’ contact information, plus the address of their house. It’s not that far from school, maybe a twenty-minute drive.

We land in Fort Lauderdale for our layover. I have an hour and a half to get some food from a Steak ’n Shake in the airport, but as I sit there, staring at my food, I realize that I don’t have an appetite anymore. If only it was In-N-Out.

I chew on the fries, but other than that, nothing seems to sit well on my stomach.

Even music doesn’t seem to be a good distraction. It’s just noise in my ears until I find “All That” by Carly Rae Jepsen in my Recently Played. I don’t think I’ve ever listened to any of her music on my own, so I have Wyatt to thank for this. I can’t stop thinking that this could be one big mistake. But it’s my mistake to make, and I have to know what’s going to happen.

I open my phone, looking for someone to talk to, but my options are limited. Lindsay and Josh are probably still at the wedding, and calling Mom right now feels like I’m asking for trouble.

So, I tap Samuel’s number.

“You what?” is all they can manage after I’ve filled them in. “You’re, like, actually my hero, you know that.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious, this is amazing. God, I can’t wait to tell the guys.” I can hear the tapping of their keyboard on the other end of the call. Still gaming.