Cross My Heart

Party Gone Wrong

This chapter is dedicated to @MimiArriaga93. Thanks for being an awesome reader!!!! Your comments and love for the story really make my day!! You're awesome!!! :)

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BECKETT

"You get home okay?" Noah asked, his concerned voice echoing from the other side of the phone.

"Yeah," I said. 

I was on my bed, unwrapping the bandage the nurse had tied around my left ankle. It was slightly swollen. I tried to move my ankle around but felt a sharp pain course through it. I took the new bandage Noah bought from the convenience store and started wrapping it around my ankle.

"Beck, you still there?"

"Hmm? Yeah, sorry. I was redoing the bandage."

"Ask her how she's doing," I heard Sasha say.

"I already did," Noah said.

"Did she redo her bandage?"

"Yes," Noah said, irritation lacing his voice.

"How do you know? You didn't even ask her."

"Beck...Beck you still there? Sasha, give me the phone!"

"Let me talk to her!"

"The...phone-"

"Stop...hogging...the phone-"

"It's my phone!"

"Oh god. This is embarrassing," Alula said in the background. "Sweetie, give him the phone, please."

I chuckled. 

"Noah! Give. Me. The. Phone!"

"No!"

"You're...being...a child!"

"You're the one being a child! Taking something that doesn't belong to you!"

I just stayed quiet as they played tug of war with the phone. 

"Give it!"

"No!"

"I said, give it!"

"No!"

And then, the line went dead.

"Hello?" I said. "Hello? Noah? Sasha? Hello?"

With no one answering, I hung up. 

I secured the bandage then opened my backpack, pulling out a folder of all the homework  Noah collected from my teachers, telling them I was hurt and needed to go home early. Noah was just too sweet sometimes. Sometimes, I was afraid I'd get a cavity. 

As I pulled out my books, an orange paper fell out of one of them. I picked up the paper and unfolded it. It was a flyer. Someone must've stuffed it into my locker. Why didn't Noah just throw it away?

Invite to: Beckett Tavora, it read. Party at the abandoned house on 5th street @ 9pm. Drinks! Fun! Music! Don't be a party pooper and attend! Or not! Whatever!

I almost gagged at how hard whomever wrote this flyer was trying to act cool. Just as I crumpled the paper and threw it on the floor, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Beck. Sorry. Sasha was being a baby."

"I was not, you little tattle tale!" Sasha yelled in the background.