That night, Micah could not sleep.
He turned onto his side, then his back, then curled in, hugging his pillow. Nothing worked. His dorm bed felt too stiff. Two nights of sleeping at Clyde's house had spoiled him. And his argument with Darcy didn't help. It still echoed in his head.
His mind drifted back to earlier when Darcy snapped at him. Told him not to be impulsive. Not to get involved in dangerous stuff just because he felt like it. It stung. Not because Darcy was wrong. But because he had expected support. Instead…
He groaned and rolled over, punching his pillow in frustration.
His fingers crept toward his phone. He tapped on it and stared at the glowing screen. 1:35 am.
Micah opened his WeChat and scrolled down his contacts. His thumb hovered over Clyde's name. He bit his lip, then he quickly flicked past it.
No. He wasn't going to text Clyde. What would he even say? "Hey, can I borrow your guest bed again?"
Clyde had already mocked him for leaving his car there.
