Wildest Dreams [ON HOLD]

❝ you make me feel so weak ❞

You make me feel so weak,

I bet you kiss your knuckles,

Right before they touch my cheek.

But I've got my mind, made up this time,

'Cause there's a menace in my bed,

Can you see his silhouette?

"Trouble" -Halsey

Since we were skipping Cornell, we had a four hour drive to New Hampshire, to see Dartmouth College. Javen insisted on driving, so I took the opportunity to catch up on some sleep. I hadn't intended to, but I found myself dozing out of boredom, since Jacen was brooding and made pretty shitty company.

Not that I would've talked to him even if he wasn't moody.

I woke up to a soft drumming against the window. It was hard to tell through the sheet of rain and droplets on the window, but I think we were passing through the countryside. We were probably on the interstate, though I didn't see any other cars around. I reached into my pocket to grab my phone so I could check the time and see if Jacen wanted to switch, but my fingers only met the fabric of my sweater.

That made me sit up straight.

Where's my phone?

I reached down beside me into the gap between the car door and the seat but it wasn't there. I checked all the pockets in my bag - nothing.

Where the hell is it?

"We need to go back," I said.

Jacen turned to look at me. "What? Why? We crossed the Massachusetts border an hour ago. We're almost there."

Whoa, I had slept for a lot longer than I thought. We had been just passing the New York border into Connecticut when I had drifted off.

"I think I left my phone in the cafe." That didn't make sense, though, I was almost certain that I'd had it with me when we left. But then, where was it now?

"The screen's shattered. Do you really still want it?" he asked.

"It's my phone, I need it!" I gave him an incredulous look, then realized that he probably got a new phone every time there was so much as to a slight scratch on it.

Jacen turned to back to face the road. "Why not just get a new one?"

"I'm across the country, I can't just get a new one now!" I exclaimed. But of course, I was talking to Jacen Winston, who would probably buy a Ferrari in Italy and not think twice about it or something. "Please can we just go back?"

Mom and Dad would kill me if they found out I lost my phone. Hopefully a worker at the cafe had found it and held onto it. Maybe if Jacen wouldn't go back, I could get it mailed to me... But what if it was still just sitting on one of the tables and someone else picked it up?

Shit, I am so fucked.

"Come on, please!" I yelled when he ignored me.

He pulled over on the side road and shut off the RV. "Chill, I have it."

I stared at him. "What the fuck? That wasn't funny."

Jacen unbuckled his seat belt and reached behind his seat into a bag and pulled out a box. I recognized it the Apple logo as well as the picture for the newest iPhone. "Here."

I continued staring at him. "That's not my phone."

"It is now," he said.

"What?"