Living In The Past

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ten text-messages. Thirty missed calls. Twenty voicemails.

        Yasmine shut off her phone. The repeating annoying noise of her blaring cell phone was getting annoying now. She ran a hand through her hair. When would James get the hint that she didn’t want to speak to him right then? Or ever again?

           She had been sitting in her room, debating on if the hot pink heels would look better with the bridesmaid dress or red, but James kept calling her every five seconds. Earlier, Lily had called too to let her know that the bridesmaid dress was ready for pick-up. Yasmine had to use all her power to keep herself from calling Lily some non-flattering names.

           The wedding was tomorrow… and Lily still hadn’t said anything about making out with James. Both of them hadn’t, actually.

         Deciding to go with the hot pink heels, she turned her phone on again. She had important phone calls she needed to take—she wasn’t going to miss the calls just because of James. Especially when Hailey would be calling her later. Hailey was still at her parent’s home. She was supposed to come home that night.

             The house phone started ringing from the living room of the apartment.

          Must be Hailey, Yasmine thought, running to the phone. “Hello?” Nobody responded. All she heard was deep breathing. “Hello? Is anyone there?” No answer. It was getting really creepy now—horror movie creepy. “I can hear you breathing, speak up.”

           “Yasmine,” the person breathed. James.

           “Leave me alone, James.” Yasmine ran a hand through her hair again, frustrated. “I don’t want to speak to you... ever.”

          “Yasmine, I love you. I don’t get why you broke up with me! What’s wrong?” James asked. “Please tell me. What did I do wrong?”

        She gripped the phone tighter. “I don’t know, James. What did you do wrong? Why don’t you call me when you figure it out, jerk.” Slamming the phone down, she sat down at the sofa. Yasmine let a few tears escape before she quickly wiped them away and walked back to her room. Her phone was blinking with a text.

               Staying for three more days, sorry. Parents want me to stay. Forgive me? Hailey’s text read.

           It’s O.K. Just call me when you get home, Yasmine replied. Suddenly she remembered that she had to go pick up the bridesmaid dress. She grabbed her coat and ran out of her apartment. Aaron was getting out of his apartment at the same time she was.

          “Hey,” she greeted, waving her hand. She slipped on her coat as she walked down the hall. “Where you headed?”

           “Lily’s.” Aaron scratched the back of his head—which looked adorable to Yasmine, but she quickly pushed that thought away. “She wanted to run over everything for tomorrow. It’s the big day, you know? ‘Everything has to be perfect,’ Lily had said.”

        “Well, yeah. It is the most important day for a girl.”

           Aaron chuckled. “You’re right.” He pressed the elevator button. “Where are you going this late at night? It’s like ten o’clock.”

         “I have to go pick up the dress,” she replied, stepping into the elevator with Aaron. “The bridesmaid dress. They were preparing the dress all day. Lily told me to go pick it up like an hour ago, but I forgot.” She grinned in embarrassment.