(This is what the other side of the call sounded like. Bold is Connor, italics is Zoe.)
"Hello?"
"Hi."
"Where the hell are you? Are you out?"
"Yeah, I'm not home."
"I heard someone in the background- Connor, are you with your damn dealer?"
"I'm not with a fucking dealer, Zoe."
"Oh, so you're just high?"
"I'm not high, you asshole."
"Whatever. You might as well be. You're an ass either way. Mom's freaking out, and dad's pissed off. You should come back, dumbass."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes! Can you think of anyone else but yourself for once?! All you do is hurt people!"
Connor felt his hands clench into fists as anger boiled up to the surface of his emotions.
"Well, FUCK YOU TOO BITCH!"
Connor hung up and threw his phone, praying that a powerful wind would whisk him away from this place. Take him to a place he could call home even when his family hated him.
Zoe wondered why she bothered to talk to Connor.
He was a fucking nightmare.
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At Least You're You. (Cevan)
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