You Can’t Sit with Them – 4

4  The next day which is three days to her prom. It was late afternoon, the dress still hanging in her wardrobe like a promise. Osas sat on the edge of her bed, phone pressed to her ear, her heart already racing from the way Bayo had said “Hey”, flat, distant, not like him.  “I can’t go to prom,” he said. “I…...