Rage fills jackson as he walks up the stairs to his apartment. He tosses his phone on to the couch and walks into his room and collapses onto his bed.
Do I bother to see what excuse she has? Do I even respond? Should I even open it? All of these thoughts flooding his head.
*The phone rings in the background*
"Dude? Where'd you go? I thought you were hanging here with Steve?" Oliver asks, sounding a bit annoyed.
"Hey man, sorry about that, things happened and I just wanted to go home" Jackson replies.
"Get your ass down here man, it's the last day we get to hangout, we're living it up!" Oliver yells into the phone with excitement.
"Fine, I'll be right there" Jackson says half heartedly but grinning.
He tosses his phone on the counter and walks back to the bar, meeting up with his buddy.
"DUDE!" Oliver yells and runs over and Jackson. "I'm happy to see you!" He exclaims!
"I'm glad to see you too man, let's grab some drinks and have some fun" Jackson replies, eager to forget about the incident earlier.
"Please pick up the phone jackson, pick up, pick up, pick up" Veronica sadly pleads as she tries to reach him, but gets sent to voicemail each time.