Somewhere, Australia //A.I

Chapter 32: PART 1

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Sydney's POV

Is it over? What the hell was I thinking.

No, you stood up for yourself and what you believe in, that's what's most important.

The classic devil on one shoulder, angel on the other. My internal monologue could be drowned out in the car with music, but alone in my apartment is a different story.

I would call August, but she's so drunk she can't tell left from right, let alone give me groundbreaking advice. She has the mental capacity of a five year old when she's blackout drunk.

I think I over reacted. Sure I was pissed that the boys were lying, but I don't think it should have exploded like this. But I'm not sorry for what I said. I meant all of it, even questioning our relationship. That slipped out like word vomit, but only because I thought about it. If the thought hadn't even crossed my mind, I wouldn't have said it. But I did.

I pace back and forth, ready to hit the 'call' button on Ashton's number four times, yet every time chicken out. He calls me once, I just let it keep ringing while I go back and forth, back and forth, pivoting every few steps.

Ashton's POV

Is it over? What the hell was I thinking?

She was one hundred percent right. Lying is not the way to get what you want. But is this a sign she'd hold me back from future success.

I'm slightly horrified that I could even think that way. Even though it's the tinest sliver of a thought, I can't seem to ignore it.

It's not like I have someone I can confide in here, three drunk boys aren't  exactly giving Dr. Phill level advice.

I open my phone and am seconds away from calling her three times, my index finger hovering millimeters away from the green button. Finally, the fourth time my fingertip slightly brushes it, and I'm calling her.

Her name flashes across the top, Syd with the little sunglasses wearing emoji. I remember the day she put that in, she said it was because she's "the coolest cat in the whole town" and I quote.

While images of that lazy day drifted through my head, I remember her phones been ringing this whole time, and still no answer. I listen to the last few rings expectedly, the seconds between them giving me hope she answered. Then I'm let down again when another beep follows.

It finally goes to voicemail.

I hang up before it can tell me to leave a message after the beep.