Radio Waves, Racing Hearts

le, soundproofed bubble of classes and curated playlists, fa

romantic event" on the quad. I thought nothing of it until my phone buzzed wi

or everyone knew was determined to make him hers. And I had handed him the very tools for my own hea

urning, heart hammering. I had to stop it. Not for him to magically choose me, bu

, but then my traitorous heart screamed, "I like him so much it hurts." A horrific screech

ntally on the talkback button. I had just confessed my deepest crush to the en