Dreamer☀️ {Completed}

27.🌥

  A/N here we go, hoes. Get ready.

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"You don't have to understand. You just have to have faith.... faith in destiny." - Serendipity

I must've changed my outfit forty thousand times and still couldn't manage to find the right one. It was exhausting. All I was trying to do was get ready for a stupid Friday night basketball game, but here I was being a dingbat instead.

I let out another groan, pulling my shirt off and tossing it to the floor. I frowned as I looked at my closet, hoping to find something to wear. It was as if I thought a new shirt would magically just appear in my closet.

Everything was too big.

Riley let out a bark, and I turned over to see her standing near one of my vintage rock tee shirts. I pull it up and snatch it on quickly. This was just going to have to do.

I had a lot to do today before the game in so little time.

The phone rang and I nervously chewed on my lip, waiting for someone to greet me on the other side. My head was practically pounding with anticipation and my breath hitched when the line stopped ringing.

"Hello?" The male questions.

I stay silent, my words seemingly getting stuck in my throat even though I must've rehearsed them one million times.

"Hello?" he asks again, and his voice sounds tired. I swallow the dryness that's now taken over my mouth and release my lip from between my teeth.

"Um, yes, sorry. Is this Anthony? I'm Angel- Angelina."

I hear papers shuffling and a door slamming and I'm afraid I've gotten the wrong number for a minute. Before the apologizes could fly from my mouth, he interrupts me again.

"Yeah, Angelina. H-how are you? I didn't expect you to call after all that happened. I just want you to know that I'm not holding it against you. Sure, it hurt. I thought we were going to have that wonderful sibling relationship but I've known about you since you were born, and you only just found out about me."

I let out a relieved sigh at his understanding, crossing my legs as I sit on my bed. It's only then that I realize my nails had been nervously scratching my arm again and I rip it away.

"I'm glad you understand. I was thinking we should hang out or something some time. I'd like to um, get to know you. After all, you didn't cause our dad to do what he did."

That's the honest truth. I could be mad at him all I want, but he was a victim as well as my mom, and as well as I was. He didn't ask for our dad to be a cheater, or ask to be here at all.

Then again, no one really does.

He lets out a relieved chuckle himself, seemingly sighing in relief at the same time.

"Yeah, that sounds great. I'm really happy." I could practically hear his smile through the line and that made me smile too.

"Speaking of dad, is he there?" I question, secretly hoping he isn't.

"Yeah, he's here. Do you want to speak to him? I could give him the pho-

"No! No, that's okay. Just tell him I said I love him, alright? That'll I'll talk to him soon."

I run my fingers nervously through my hair as I wait for his response, hoping he didn't already tell my dad or signal to my dad that it was me on the phone.