Lost : Book 1 of Trilogy

32.

A/n: I don't like this chapter.
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Bey's POV

Off-Campus Apartment
Houston, Texas
Monday
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The first thing I did when I woke up was check my phone.

Call duration: 8 hours, 16 minutes.

I grinned to myself, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. We were really on the phone all night.

The line was still open, but all I could hear was light breathing on the other end. I already knew she was out cold.

"Y/n." I called, my voice groggy as I laid there for a second.

No answer.

I stretched, rolling over onto my stomach. "Y/nnnn."

Nothing.

Just soft, slow snores leaving her mouth.

I huffed out a laugh. "Ugh, you sleep like the dead."

Still nothing.

I shook my head, tossing the blankets off and dragging myself out of bed. If she wasn't getting up, that was on her. I wasn't about to sit here all morning playing alarm clock.

Fifteen minutes later, I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, my phone sitting on the counter still connected to her.

I had the water running low, rinsing my toothbrush when I heard sharp, impatient knocking.

I frowned, tilting my head. At first, I thought it was coming from my door, but then I realized it was coming through the phone.

From her end.

I glanced at my screen. Y/n still hadn't hung up.

The knocking got louder. Then, the handle rattled like whoever was on the other side was ready to take the whole damn door off it's hinges.

Y/n stirred on the other end, groaning into her pillow. I heard her shift, mumbling something under her breath, but she still wasn't getting up.

The knocking came again, and this time I spoke up. "Who is that?"

A deep breath came through the phone. Then, after a pause.

"Ain't nobody." She mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

I raised a brow. "That definitely ain't sound like nobody."

Silence.

I wiped my mouth with a towel, waiting for her to say something else, but she didn't.

"I know you hear that shit clear as day." I pressed. Honestly the sound of the knocking was getting annoying.

I heard another heavy breath and more shuffling before I pictured her already—rubbing her face, trying to ignore it like that was gonna make it go away.

"Y/n."

She hummed, but I could tell she wasn't really listening.

"You not gon' tell me? Or even go see who it is?"

"It ain't that deep."

I sucked my teeth. "Ok."

She let out another breath and I could hear her finally sitting up.

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my phone and walking back into my bedroom.

Whatever. I wasn't about to go back and forth with her first thing in the morning.