My phone buzzes beside me and with one swift motion, I answer it, forgetting to check the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Hey." A familiar voice replies.
I recognise the voice but can't quite put my finger on who it is.
"Sorry, who is this?"
"It's, uh Reese's old roommate...Zach."
Reese. Reese. Reese.
My heart feels heavy as soon as I hear his name.
"Oh...yeah, I remember you."
"Of course you remember me. I'm the hot roommate."
I roll my eyes at his response.
"Is there a particular reason as to why you're calling me? How did you get my number by the way?"
"Reese gave me your number actually."
I close my eyes.
"Why?"
"Dunno."
"Okay?"
"How are you?"
Why the hell is my (kind of ex) boyfriend's roommate talking to me on the phone?
"Um, good thanks. How are you?"
"I'm great!" He says a little too enthusiastically.
"Cool."
"How's life without, uh Reese?"
I frown.
"Is this why you're ringing me?"
"Huh?"
"Why did you call me?"
"Just 'cause-"
"I've gotta go." I say quickly even though I haven't got anywhere to go.
"Okay...bye."
And then I hang up, falling back onto my bed thinking and re-thinking about Reese.
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