Running Bases With You

Chapter 22

-few days later-

*Annabeth's POV*

"Uhg, what the hell!"

My phone rings for the umpteenth time this morning and I'm about ready to throw it against the wall. This morning is just one of those mornings where I don't wanna move out of bed or do anything. My phone ringing is only ruining that and pissing me off royally.

I slide out of bed and grab my phone from off my dresser. I angrily jab the answer button when I see who it is.

"Hello?"

"Well good morning to you too sunshine."

"What the hell do you want?"

"Woah, calm down. What'd I do?"

"You know exactly what the fuck you did, don't play games with me, Talia Griffin."

Everything stays silent for awhile until she finally speaks up. "Oh."

"Oh? Is that the only thing you can manage to say after you stabbed me in the back?!" I spat angrily.

She groans. "Annabeth, just listen to me please-"

I cut her off before she can finish. "No, Talia! I will not listen to a damn thing you say! Why should I listen to you when you didn't listen to me? After I specifically told you not to say anything, you do the exact opposite! You're supposed to be my best friend! You promised!"

"You're right! I am your best friend! I did promise that I wouldn't say anything, but it was your family Annabeth! I couldn't just leave them in the dark! If something happened to you and they didn't know something was wrong to begin with, I would feel awful because I knew all along and didn't tell them! I'm sorry if you feel betrayed, but I feel like I did what was best." She rants.

"I would've eventually told them myself, Talia! It wasn't your place to say anything! I wish for once you would just keep your bloody mouth shut!" I yell, loud enough where probably my neighbors can hear me.

"Well then, fine! I'm coming back on tomorrow and since you can't stand hearing me run my bloody mouth, I'll have Jordan come pick up my stuff. You won't have to hear my mouth anymore. I hope you're fucking happy."

The line beeps and goes dead, signaling she hung up on me.

What a bitch!

Jordan can come pick up her shit if he wants to, it won't bother me any. Jordan is Talia's cousin that lives on the other side of town. Whenever we get in fights, she normally goes to stay at his house until we both cool down. It actually happens once every few months, even over ridiculous things, but this is by far the worst argument we've had yet. I'm glad to have her out of the house for a while.

Then again...the house is really boring and quiet without her hear. But I did say I didn't wanna hear her mouth anymore...

Well, I guess desperate times call for desperate measures.

I dial in Louis' number and wait for him to answer. He picks up after the third ring.

"Annabeth?" He sounds slightly out of breath.

"Are you busy?" I ask, trying to hold myself together.

"Umm, I'm at the studio actually. We've been recording stuff all morning. Why, what's up?" He explains.

I sigh in defeat. "Oh, I just, uh, wanted someone to keep me company. And someone to talk to. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, I can go if you want."