Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 24: Coincidence?

Chapter 24: Coincidence?

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Recap of 23:

"Harry's supposed to call, well he was supposed to last fucking night."

"I'll call him."

"No I'll do it Andy," Julie insists.

Before she can say another word I'm already dialing his number, a steady ring echoing through the line.

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Harry POV:

Songs- Run: The Maine

The radio sound fades as the ring of my phone echo's through the car speakers.

I click the button to the left of the screen to answer the call.

"What the hell are you doing? I thought I told you not to call." I yell, my voice filling the empty air inside the vehicle as I pull up to another damn red light.

"Afraid someones going to find out?" Andy mocks in amusement. "Poor Whinny can't see my name on your screen."

"Shut the hell up. What do you want?"

"The same thing you do actually."

"Yeah sure," I sarcastically remark.

"You want Whitney to get her money back, no?"

"That's not going to happen when your sidekick is a bitch." I sneer.

"I heard that. Give me the phone," Julie bitches in the background.

"We're you serious about giving us double then?" Andy asks, his tone calm and serious.

My hand firmly grips the wheel, "that depends, are you serious about Julie giving Whit the money back?"

"Yeah..."

"Then yeah, I'm serious." I firmly answer, my foot pressing down on the gas pedal as the longest light of my life finally changes back to green.

"Under the one condition that you two keep your mouths shut about my shit."

"I would love to see Whitney's face after telling her you-"

"Shut up Julie," Andy yells muffled, I assume he put his hand over the receiver but I still hear nonetheless.

"We won't say shit. I rather have her think I'm fucked up then to be hurt by knowing you're just as fucked up." Andy agrees.

"I never told you to fucking try to rape her, did I?" My blood boils as my foot presses down to the floor, speeding past a car that was going more than double under the damn speed limit.

"You can tell yourself whatever you want to make you feel better. But you are the one who took it to far."

"Shut up."

"You just couldn't be happy with her being yours, could you? You had to make her hate me too."

"Shut the fuck up Andy right now or I swear to god-"

"What? You swear what?"

My fist slams against the dash board of the car out of frustration, every time I think I have the upper hand it somehow ends up with me getting laughed in the face.