Bailey had been slumped over a table in the library, looking hopelessly at the papers spread out in front of him. “Can you believe I messed up and am still five credits short of graduating?” he groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Or is this the school’s fault? I could have sworn all my other credits transferred!” he turned, eyes almost desperate. “Please tell me you have some way to turn this into something less hopeless.”
“God, you’re BOTH a mess.” Rory couldn’t help but comment from the other end of the table, where she had been jotting down notes into a old journal for her poetry course. She couldn’t help but notice the walking wreck Mason had turned into since coming back - and based on this, it was affecting Bailey, too. “Have you spoken to the office, yet?”
