The Third Year

Chapter 33

Here is Chapter 33!! Hope y'all enjoy. Thanks so much for sticking with this story. It means more to me than you could ever imagine. I never imagined I would actually have people reading my story! Thank y'all to the moon and back!!!!

Song mentioned is, once again, Golden by Lady Antebellum. I love this song so much and it's going to be in the story a lot because of Cole and Ivy's relationship/past. Video attached ------->

Chapter 33

Cole’s POV

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

“Noooo, Ma. I’ll take the trash out later,” I mumbled, rolling over and putting my pillow over my head.

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

I propped myself up on my elbows, my eyes bleary from sleep. The buzzing continued, making me wake up a little more.

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

I looked around my room for the source of the buzzing when I realized it was my phone on my nightstand. I looked at the clock. 12:40. who would be calling me this late at night?

I reached over for my phone in confusion. Looking at the screen, I saw a picture of Ivy’s sweet face. I smiled at the picture, remembering the time I had taken this picture.

Ivy and I were racing the jet skis at her lake and she had just won. Of course, I let her win, but I made sure to have my phone out so I could take a picture of the joy on her face. I had captured the image before she even registered what I was doing. She had spent the rest of the afternoon trying to steal my phone so she could erase the picture, but I had managed to make it her contact picture before she got a hold of it. She still gets a little p*ssed when she sees it, but I know she secretly loves it.

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz

I hit answer and put the phone to my ear.

“Baby V?” I mumbled into the phone, my voice still thick with sleep.

Ivy didn’t answer, but instead all I heard was sobbing on the other end. I bolted upright, my eyes wide as I was fully awake and alert. The hair on the back of my neck was standing straight up as I listened to her crying.

“V! SH*T, WHAT’S HAPPENED?!?! TALK TO ME!” I shouted into the phone, not even thinking about the rest of my family who was fast asleep. I jumped out of bed and stumbled around my room for my shoes. I had fallen asleep in sweats, so I grabbed a t-shirt, setting the phone down and quickly pulling it over my head.

Grabbing my phone, I put it back to my ear as I grabbed my keys and slipped on some flip flops, running out of my room and down the stairs. I vaguely heard my mom call my name, but I didn’t slow down or acknowledge that she spoke. I was seeing red at every sob I heard on the phone, so there was nothing that could possibly stop me.

“V! Listen to me, I’m on the way. I’ll be right there, just hang on,” I said into the phone as I climbed into my red 1970’s Shelby Mustang. I fumbled with the keys sense my hands were shaking. I held the phone against my shoulder and ear as I finally got the key in the engine, staring it up and backing out of the garage.

“I love you, V. I love you, baby, just stay with me,” I said repeatedly into the phone. I continued to hear her sobs on the other end of the phone, reminding me of the many nights she would come over, sobbing from nightmares or surprise visits from Chase.

I clinched my hands on the steering wheel as I raced down the road towards Ivy’s. I was going 65 miles an hour on a 35 street, but I didn’t care at the moment because Ivy needed me.