GIRLFRIEND // B.E

eleven.

•zayda•

"who the hell is calling you?" leila asked in a low grumble.

we had been sleeping peacefully until the ringing of my phone woke us up.

i blindly reached around for my phone. when i finally found it, i squinted my eyes to read the contact name. "billie."

"why is she calling you at three o'clock in the morning?" she narrowed her eyes slightly.

"i don't know," i huffed as i sat up. i answered the call and brought my phone up to my ear. "hello?"

"hi. um, i'm sorry for calling so late, but i just, uh— i-i really just need someone to talk to," billie rushed out, though she stumbled over her words.

"hey, calm down, alright?" i murmured softly. "take a deep breath; just breath, okay?"

she was silent for a moment, but i could here her try to steady her breathing. it took a few minutes, but she eventually was able to.

"okay, what happened, bil?" i quizzed calmly after she had steadied her breathing.

"i had a— i dunno... if i'm being honest, it might've been a nightmare," she told me, then let out a sigh and muttered "to anyone who might care."

my brows furrowed. "what do you mean?"

"i, uh... in the dream, i, um..." she stumbled over her words again. she was silent for a while. "i stepped off the golden... the golden gate bridge..."

i frowned. "are you okay? are you good?" i questioned.

"i think so, but... it felt so real. after i, uh... jumped, nobody cried; nobody even noticed."

"listen, i can assure you that plenty of people care about you, okay?" i assured. "it was just a nightmare. people care— i care about you, alright?"

i heard her let out a shaky breath. "promise?"

"i promise."

"okay... okay..." she mumbled. "thank you. you can go back to sleep now; i'm good."

"you sure?" my brows furrowed a bit.

"yeah, i'm sure. thanks, zay. seriously."

"of course," i assured. "you should try to get back to sleep too."

"i'll try," she sighed. "goodnight, z."

"goodnight, bil."

i set my phone back down on the nightstand before laying down again. leila pulled me closer to her.

"what was that about?" she asked.

"she had a nightmare."

"she can't handle a bad dream?" she questioned with a bit of a scoff.

i pulled back at her to look at her. "are you serious?"

"yeah. she shouldn't be calling at three in the damn morning over a nightmare."

"you know, you can be such an ass sometimes," i huffed. "you don't even know what happened in the dream; you'd be upset too if you had that dream."

i turned away from her and laid on the side of the bed, away from her.

"baby," she sighed as she tried to wrap her arm around me to pull me back into her embrace. "don't be like that."

"don't touch me," i moved her arm away. "i'm tired of you always making remarks like that against billie. she's done nothing to you."

ever since she met billie, she's made sneaky, snarky remarks about her. i've tried to get her to stop, but she just keeps on.