Whispered Desires

Chapter 21: Phone Calls And Yogurts

JASMINE

"Hello?"

"I fucked up." I sigh, clutching the phone in my hands as I wait for my best friend to reply.

"Jas? What's going on?"

"Is Kilian with you?"

"No... Why? Are you okay?" The concern in Mila's voice seeps straight into my heart, and I force myself to push away the panic settling in my bones.

"I don't know. No, I don't think so."

"What happened? Where are you?"

"At Kilian's apartment." I lower myself onto the marble steps in front of his apartment complex, my feet aching like hell from the long walk I took to get here.

"Okay... Jas, you're scaring me. Can you just tell me what's going on?"

Another sigh escapes my throat as I look up at the large glass building, deeply rooted sorrow suddenly crushing my heart. "I don't know. I freaked out."

"Freaked out about what?" Her question makes me think. What exactly was it I freaked out about? Was it him standing up for me? Was it my mom humiliating me yet again, but this time in front of him? Was it his obvious interest in me as a person? Well, probably it was all of that, and more... "Jas? You still there?"

"Yeah, sorry." I run a frustrated hand through my hair. "I don't know. Mom said some things again, and Kilian was...Kilian, I guess. And then Dad saw that as well, and I just—"

"Wait, wait... Can you start from the beginning? I don't understand a word you're saying," she mutters, and honestly, I would've rolled my eyes at her confusion if I didn't know just how fucked up this entire situation is. So I end up telling all about the day, about the fight, about how he drove off, about how I got into another fight with my mother afterward, and about how my dad asked me what exactly is going on. I even include some quotes from the lecture he held. "Okay..." Mila is obviously still trying to wrap her head around all of this. "So, your dad was the smart one, again, and told you to get it together?"

"Basically, yeah." I rub my temple, trying to get rid of this stupid headache that settled from all the drama. "I don't know what to do, Mimi," I admit, the words hurting more than I thought they would. It's not what I do. I have things under control. But this? This is the definition of chaos.

"And why are you at his apartment now?"

"Because I wanted to talk to him. Only when he didn't answer his phone after a few hours did it occur to me he might be with you guys." The silence lingering in the air speaks volumes, and I know as much as Mila does that this situation is my fault entirely. "Fuck..."

"Okay, so, I know I'm not the best at giving relationship advice." She chuckles. "But...I think it's time both of you sit down and have a good talk about what you want. That's what we did. That helped."

I can't help but laugh at her words. "I don't think you can compare the both of you with the both of us, Mimi."

"Well, my husband just insisted on baking peanut butter cup cookies today because my pregnancy brain craved them. I don't know about you, but I'd say we're doing something right." I smirk at her comment, suddenly proud as hell of her newfound confidence in the life she's living now. And she's right; they're doing it right. Or at least they're doing it better than we do. "Seriously, though. I remember how I got that lecture from you when I freaked out on Hayden. Is this the instance where I return that favor to you?"