𝑀𝑦 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦| Nailea Devora

26.

thoughts are in in bold and italic. for example: 'mine'

the sound of ringing erupted my ears, making me groan. i opened my eyes slowly, seeing my phone was ringing. aaron was calling me. fucking aaron. "turn it off, please" vinnie begged as he groaned. he grabbed the pillow he was sleeping on from behind his head, putting it over his face.

i sighed loudly, grabbing my phone from the nightstand. "aaron what the fuck do you want?" i said answering the phone. "what happened to hello? hi, how are you, my name is?" "what the fuck do you want?" i said getting annoyed. "troy and me got into an argument and i need your help." he said sighing.

"what happened this time?" i looked over to vinnie and saw him already back asleep. lucky bitch. "well remember that whole thing that happened at the party, and he fought bryce and shit?" he said dragging the 'l'. "yes?" my eyebrows stitched together, confused about the situation.

"he kinda found out that i knew about the whole situation and how bryce was driving us home, soooo he went ballistic and started shouting at me." i heard nosies in the background of the phone. "WHY THE FUCK DIDNT YOU TELL ME AARON?" troy said. he voice raged in frustration as he yelled at aaron. "well. we'll be on our way now. bye." aaron said dragging the 'e'.

before i could even say anything the phone hung up. i sighed, getting out of bed tiredly to put clothes on. i slipped on some sweatpants and a tank top, making my way back to the bed. as soon as i sat down, laying my head on the soft comforter, the door flung open.

fucking hell.

vinnie jerked up out of his sleeping position, clutching his chest as he breathed heavily. "nailea will you please tell him to stop throwing a tantrum like a little child?" aaron begged with pleading eyes, putting his hands together.