UNLV, Tonopah Hall, Room 313 - evening
Isabel wasn't counting the days til Spring Break, no, she had it measured down to the hour. She'd survived mid-terms, but there was still the regular work that needed to be done for classes. It seemed like that never ended.
Pushing her books aside, she reached for her phone. She could call Bel back and see if he'd come down off the NyQuil high. But instead she hit the speed dial and waited to see if Wyatt would pick up. It's not that she really believed he was going to go evil. But she was still worried about him.
Besides, she had to ask him a question.
[For the boyfriend, or anyone else that feels like calling.]
Pushing her books aside, she reached for her phone. She could call Bel back and see if he'd come down off the NyQuil high. But instead she hit the speed dial and waited to see if Wyatt would pick up. It's not that she really believed he was going to go evil. But she was still worried about him.
Besides, she had to ask him a question.
[For the boyfriend, or anyone else that feels like calling.]