Dear Katherine

Chapter 10

"Thank you for having us over. And it was so nice for Liam and Katherine to get to know each other!" Karen practically squeals.

"Yeah." We both grumble at the same time.

"Thank you for coming over. Have a good night." My mother says, clicking the door closed.

I immediately spin on my heel. "Katherine." My mom says. I turn to face her. "Thanks for at least trying."

"Sure." I walk down the hallway and into the bathroom. I brush my teeth and head into my bedroom.

I peel off my clothes and jump into my bed.

That was literally the worst night I ever had. The whole movie Liam kept making stupid comments, to me and the movie.

I'm just glad my mom understands that I really do not like him now.

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I wake to the sound of my phone ringing. I grab it off my nightstand. I look at the unknown number and decline the call. It's three in the morning so most likely it is just a stupid prank call.

I turn back over and close my eyes trying to find sleep again. But then my phone rings, again.

I snatch it off the nightstand and wait for the sound of snickering teenagers to fill my ears. But instead it is filled with loud music and loud people. Almost the sound of a nightclub even though I had never been to one.

"Hello?" A familiar, male voice yells from the other line. I can't tell who it is though.

"Who is this?" I say sitting up in bed.

"I bet you know, babe" A thick british accent gives away the callers identity.

"Liam? How did you get my number?"

"I texted myself on your phone when you were making popcorn. How are you, love?" He slurs on the other line.

"Are you drunk?" That would also explain why he is calling me at 3 a.m.

"I don't know. Maybe you should come downtown and find out."

"What? No. I don't even have a car and I also wouldn't want to be hanging out with you." I snap. Why the hell am I still even on the phone with him.

"Alright, love. I'll come pick you up. Be there in twenty." The line goes dead.

I seriously hope he is kidding me. My mother would kill me and most likely him if he showed up here drunk.

I tip-toe out of my bed and open the door slowly to my room. I walk past the kitchen and living room to the front door. I walk out of our apartment and sit outside the door.

If there is even a chance of him showing up to my door, I'm not gonna be the one to get in trouble.