Chapter Three
Beck
I came out of the steaming bathroom with a t-shirt and boxers on to see Andre tuning his guitar. I picked up my towel to try and stop my hair from dripping.
My phone buzzed on my end table, I picked it up and frowned.
"It must be Jade," Andre said looking over at me.
"What makes you say that?" I asked.
"Only one girl could make you frown to the point where you get those lines that make you look like you're thirty."
I sighed "Girls make me age."
"I don't know that Zoe girl seemed alright."
"No she's great. She's funny, smart, interesting, and gorgeous. We have a lot of fun together. We can actually talk about like everything." I threw my phone onto my bed. "With Jade it was usually about how someone pissed her off or about those God forsaken scissors she always carried around."
"Well what does she want?"
I clicked on my phone. Five new messages.
Jade: Why won't you return my calls?
Beck let's talk about this.
Who is this girl? So you bring her to where we used to hang out.
So you think just because you break up with me that it's over?
I'd hate to have to hurt her for you to get that you belong with me. Goodnight Beck.
"Nothing it's just Jade being dramatic."
But knowing Jade I knew she wasn't just being dramatic. She never made threats she made promises.
I pushed that thought out of my head, now I was being dramatic. I put my phone up to charge and lay down above the covers, my hand behind my head. As I started to fall asleep my mind couldn't help but wander.
Being dramatic
Please be just being dramatic.