Amber’s POV
Tell me. I need to understand.
What is love?
But if anything…it was probably back then I guess.
Tap, tap, tap.
Sh*it, please don’t die on me again, not now, please don’t –
It was useless as the screen was stuck at the same page, as if mocking me and my futile attempts to get it to work again.
My lips were downturned in slight disgust at my Samsung Galaxy S 5, which, for what felt like the millionth time today; had crashed on me again.
“Ugh!” I carelessly threw it across my desk and rubbed my temples, soothing the impending headache that I knew would come.
I’m soooooo screwed.
Right when I was drowning in my anxiety, a singing voice made me jump a little until I heard the familiar part of the song.
“You’re beautiful…you’re beautiful, it’s true~~”
James Blunt’s crooning for the chorus of his popular song, “You’re beautiful” resounded as my phone lit up.
I cringed at my ringtone; for both the cheesy song and at the person calling now.
Hesitating for a split second, I eventually picked it up and calmed myself, “H-Hey M-Minah –”
Her tone was unforgiving, as she always is, “Why the hell did you take so long to reply me anyways?! I waited like forever for your response!!!”
It’s just like her to dramatize every single aspect of her life, I rolled my eyes at that thought.
But I faked a smile and tried to be chirpy, “Y-You know my phone’s pretty much garbage, I really should change my phone…”
She snapped at me, “I’m not wasting my precious dime to b*itch about your lame-a*ss phone. Now tell me, are you in or not?!”
I cleared my throat and braced myself for her outburst, “No Minah, I am not going to that frat party…”
I could detect her venomous rage from her voice alone, “OH COME ON!! YOU always sit out on fun events like this! I refuse to allow your flaky a*ss to be any more flaky!!”
I fanned myself as I was sweating buckets at having to deal with Minah’s rage in the early morning.
Then I nervously giggled, “Yeah, you got that right, I am flaky, so you should give up on asking me out for things like this, Minah!”
I could envision her gritting her teeth, “Amber Liu, I will not, I repeat, WILL NOT, permit you to sit out on this, just watch as I drag your dreary a*ss out this Friday night, and I mean it.”
She added dangerously, “You’d better prepare yourself.”
Beep.
She had hung up on me and I heaved a deep sigh at the harrowing call from Minah.
Ruffling my hair in agony at being dragged to some party which I didn’t give two sh*its about, I was beside myself with social anxiety.
