Chapter Three: Phone Calls

Waking up, Rose got out of her bed to get her clothes for school. As she took off her nightie, she put on a spaghetti strapped black shirt, throwing on a Basic Essentials Women Black One Shoulder Mesh Trimmed Stripped top over the black spaghetti strapped shirt, slipping on a pair of BKE Payton Slim Boot Stretch jeans, putting on a pair of all star black converse, and finishing her look off with a ponytail high on her head. Sighing, she grabbed her make up, went to the bathroom, and put it on with ten minutes to spare. Pushing her books, binders, notebooks, and her pen into her bag, she quickly grabbed her iPod, iPhone, and key from the table, going to the door. As she opened it, she felt her phone vibrate in her bag and dug inside to find it as she closed the door and locked it.

"Hello?" Rose asked as she walked down the hall, hurrying out of the building.

"Rose, it's Emma." My aunt Emily Rose, nicknamed Emma, said to Rose.

"Emma, I haven't heard from you in a while. What's happening?" Rose replied, walking out of the building as she looked around at the busy street.

"Your parents said you haven't been picking up your phone." Emma said, confusing Rose as she didn't know her parents had called.

"That's impossible because," Rose began to say as she checked her phone to see seven missed calls from her parents. "They did call, dammit. Tell them that I'll call them when I get home from school."

"I will. Call me back?" Emma asked as she heard Rose say, "Yeah," before hanging up.

Sliding her phone into her pocket, she rounded the corner, seeing the same old scene that she had seen yesterday, leading her to sigh. This was going to be a long day.

Once Rose reached school, she walked over to her locker, suddenly realizing she got half of her Spanish essay down and she sighed. Looking at the clock, she had five minutes to finish her essay and she slammed her locker, hurrying to the library to finish it. Once she got there, she sat down, starting to finish her essay the best she could. Rose could tell half the words weren't correct, but as long as she handed something in, she'd get some credit for it. Finishing it, she stuffed it into her bag just as the bell rang and she hurried off to class, hoping not to bump into Scott. Once she got into the room, she sat down in her seat, looking over to see the other seat, Scott's seat, empty.

"We'll be finishing off from yesterday's lesson." The English teacher announced as people around the room took out their supplies which Rose watched Scott's seat, curious if she was the reason why the seat wasn't filled by Scott.

The day went by surprisingly quickly, letting Rose get a head start on calling back her parents along with her aunt. Getting to her locker, she shoved her homework into her bag, slammed her locker shut, and began walking towards the door. Just as she reached the door, a name called her and she turned around to see Allison and another girl walking towards her.

"Rose, this is my friend, Lydia. Lydia, this is my new friend, Rose." Allison said as Lydia looked at Rose and began to smile.

"Your style is to die for. Why haven't I meant you sooner?" Lydia asked as she walked out of school with Allison and Rose by her sides. "Are you doing anything after school?"

"You mean right now? I was just going to go home." Rose replied as she looked back towards her apartment and then back to Lydia.

"Instead let's go shopping. It'll give me some time to know you." Lydia told Rose as she grabbed her hand, dragging her on to go to the mall.

Halfway into the shopping at the mall, Rose's phone rang and she left Lydia who was looking at a dress. Walking out of the store they were in, she answered her phone.

"Hello?" Rose answered, leaning against the wall of the store as she listened.

"We need to talk." It was Scott's voice, the one that's been hiding all day.

"Can we talk later? I'm shopping with Lydia and Allison." Just as Rose said it, it sounded like he sighed and whispered, "Of course."

"How about tomorrow at lunch? I'll look for you." Scott said, ending the call to let her know what was said would soon happen.