#Chapter7 More Trouble

"Come on, Nate," I sighed, speaking to him on the phone. "You've rain-checked three times already."

"I know," Nate grumbled through the phone. "I've just been busy, Fia. I have to prioritize school work and sports, you know."

"I know," I mumbled, feeling guilty now. I wasn't trying to be a clingy girlfriend who needed constant attention but again, it was like Nate couldn't find five minutes to spare for me. "I just want to see you. I don't even remember the last time we hung out."

Nate sighed dramatically. "How about I meet you at the party tonight? Are you going to be there?"

I let...