Traded for Trouble — A Breakfast Encounter

That depressed feeling lasted until early the next morning. I walked out of the apartment building yawning, then froze when I saw the person not far away. Mason Carter stood there, grey athletic hoodie, training bag on one shoulder. The morning fog was thick, and the loose hair on his forehead was damp with mist.

When he saw me, he slowly walked over. I brought my phone today. He took out his phone and held out his QR code. Can I still have your contact?

My heartbeat grew louder and louder. You waited here this early just to ask me my contact? Mason pressed his lips together. I didn't know which apartment was yours.

Oh, cute. I quickly scanned his code. It's Saturday. What if I didn't come out? I don't know. Have you had breakfast? Didn't eat, huh? Lucky you. Then I'll give you a chance. Buy me

I happily grabbed him and ran toward a breakfast place near campus. Mason Carter didn't hate me at all. He liked me a lot. I just didn't expect to run into someone we knew over breakfast. When Madison saw me, her eyes filled with disdain.

She wore a football supporter hoodie with Caleb's jersey number printed on the chest. Her cheer bag was slung over one shoulder. Caleb isn't coming. I invited him out this morning and he wouldn't even come. You little shadow sure are well informed.

I didn't react for a second.