he next day, my phone rang.
I was in my bedroom when it happened, doing my homework. As soon as I’d heard the familiar melody, I jumped off my chair and threw myself on the bed, reaching for my phone. Finally, when I answered…
It was Jake.
“Hello, stranger” he said, “Remember me?”
“Oh. It’s you” I said, rolling around so I was lying on my back and looking up at the ceiling, not being able to conceal the slight disappointment in my voice.
“Wow, don’t be so ecstatic, you’re going to pass out from hyperventilating!” he sneered on the other end, making me laugh.
“Oh, just shut up, J, I was expecting a call.”
“Oooh, from whom? Your blonde Casanova?”
“No!” I said, too quickly.
“I’ll take that as a yes” he said, and I could practically see him smirking on the other end. Sometimes I thought he knew me too well for my own good.
“Fuck you.” The golden rule – always insult when you don’t have anything better to say.
Jake being Jake, didn’t even flinch. “So, he said he’d call?”
“Yeah, but he said that that other time too, and we all know what happened. Or didn’t happen, to be precise.” I huffed out a breath, frowning as I picked at my nail polish.
“Yeah… So, um, when did you see him?”
“Last night.”
“Last night?!” he repeated, his voice raised, “Fuck you, Y/N, you see him more often than you see me” he exclaimed and I couldn’t help it. I chuckled.
“Now, now, Jakey, don’t be jealous, you know nobody will ever take your place” I cooed.
“You’re damn right about that. Especially not some stuck up rock star wannabe.”
I frowned. I knew I’d said far worse about Niall, but only I could do that. “Now you’re getting rude.”
“Ugh, sorry, I’m sorry, I’m kind of in a bad mood today” he said, grunting, aware that he’d crossed the line.
I got worried. “Something’s wrong?” I asked carefully, sitting up.
“I haven’t seen my best friend since forever” he whined and I let out a breath, laughing.
“Aww, you sleazy motherfucker” I said, still chuckling and falling back on the bed.
“How ‘bout we hang out tonight? If you don’t have any plans. Actually, even if you do, I don’t care, we’re hanging out tonight. I don’t take no for an answer” he said, trying to sound stern.
“Okay” I said simply. I wanted to see him anyway, I missed him.
“I said I don’t ta- what?” he thought he’d have to fight me a lot more, surprised by how easy I agreed.
“I said okay. I don’t have any plans for tonight. It’s Sunday, for crying out loud.”
“Oh, great! What should we do? I’m kinda craving some big ol’ hamburgers” he started talking really fast, his mind getting flooded with ideas. I wasn’t in the mood to listen to it at the moment.
“We’ll see, Jake.”
He acted like I didn’t say a thing. “Or we could go to that new place where -”
“Goodbye, Jake” I said in a sing-sang voice, hanging up on him.
The minute I did, my phone started ringing again. I immediately answered. “Jake, I’m serious -”
