I'm at school when I receive his text. Phil looks over his shoulder from his seat in front of me but doesn't say anything. He's been mad at me.

I'll come tonight to get you.

I sigh, there's no point in replying. It didn't matter what I said but nevertheless I still write a reply.

Okay

I'm too scared to say anything else. He might grow sick of me, how will I get the money I need for my rent then? Minimum wage won't cover it, especially part-time.

Phil looks at me again but this time he sighs.

He's disappointed.