CLARK POV:
Sara didn't text me the whole night.
I waited—kept checking my phone like some desperate loser—expecting at least one message. Something like, "I passed! Can't wait to see if we both get into Memoville!" But nope. Nothing.
I tried to give her space—I mean, maybe she was still mad about how I dismissed that weird call last night. But after hours of checking my phone like an idiot, I caved. I texted her: "Hey." No reply. Then I sent another one following it up with an apology for dissing her weird theory about Memoville being shady. : "I'm sorry. About earlier. I shouldn't have brushed it off."
Still nothing.
So yeah, I was grumpy the whole evening.
I made sure to lock my bedroom door though. Clare hadn't retaliated for the result reveal yet, and I knew her—she'd be planning something stupid, especially since I helped Mom and Dad check her results behind her back. I wasn't about to get another cold water treatment.
