Ripped [TO BE PUBLISHED 2016]

9

I dial the numbers carefully. I don't want to screw up. My fingers shake. I haven't talked on the phone since I was in elementary school.

"Yeah?" His voice sounds deeper on the phone than in person.

"Uh. Hi it's Aspen. We met last night, and uh...you drove me home. I'm Rosie's friend. Uh..." I swallow hard. Oh god I am not good at this.

"Aspen, yeah. What's up?" he asks, although he doesn't sound particularly interested.

"I uh. Nothing actually," I say, laughing stalely.

"Well that's cool. I actually have work here in a few minutes so can I call you back?"

I nod yes, forgetting that talking on the phone requires actual talking for a split second. "I, uh. Yes you can."

"Alright. I'll talk to you later."

I quickly hit the end button. I don't even bother saying goodbye.