"Lily!" Rick's voice crackled with urgency on the other end. "Where are you? Why aren't you in class yet?!"
"Class?"
It took me a moment to piece together the chaos of yesterday.
Nothing much had happened, really.
I had grabbed the thing he'd given me and fled in embarrassment, my head down, feeling utterly foolish.
Andrew hadn't called me back; his soft laughter echoed in my mind, amplifying my embarrassment.
"Oh, I remember now. What time is your class?"
"Eight! It's eight already! The classes are all at eight, and it's seven forty-seven! Don't tell me you're still on your way!"
His frantic tone made me hesitate to admit I was still in bed.
If I told him the truth, Rick might just leap out of the classroom in a panic.
For his sake, I decided to hold my tongue.
I rummaged through my stuff to find my long-forgotten student ID. Thankfully, the security guard didn't scrutinize it too closely, ignoring the fact that I'd graduated four years ago and letting me through the gates.
By eight-fifteen, I was huddled by the classroom door, ready to sneak in through the back.
Just as I took my first step inside, Andrew's voice floated down from above. "Rick's sister, you're here pretty early today."