Midnight Calls

{ 11 }

February 25, 2014

12:00 a.m.

she calls.

Her: Are you ok?

Him: Why wouldn't I be?

Her: You have a black eye and a fractured wrist.

Him: How'd you know?

Her: News travels fast when you're popular.

Him: Ok fair enough.

Her: So why'd you punch him?

Him: He insulted and broke my friend. No one does that.

Her: Matt and Jane?

Him: Yeah. I trusted him with her and he screwed it up.

Her: What'd he do?

Him: Don't you already know?

Her: I choose to only completely believe rumours when hearing them from a credible source.

Him: Aw you think I'm credible.

Her: Luke.

Him: Fine. He was only with her for a bet. Asshole lied to me about his intentions.

Her: That's horrible.

Him: Exactly why we got into a fight.

Her: So you were defending Jane?

Him: Yeah.

Her: You're admirable.

Him: ....

Her: Luke?

Him: O-oh yeah. Thanks.

Her: Anyways I answered him yesterday

Him: Mysty!

Her: You were right. I shouldn't have. I was weak. I would've taken him back as my friend right away.

Him: But?

Her: He only called to tell me to bring his sweater from my house. The one he freaking gave me.

Him: I'm starting to hate this guy even more.

Her: Same here. Just as much as I hate Matt.

Him: How sweet. You hate him because he hurt me.

Her: And other reasons.

Him: What?

Her: Nothing.

Him: Mysty. What did he do?

Her: So Jane. Jane's a sweet girl.

Him: Fuck Mysty seriously.

Her: So back to Jane.

Him: I'm not going to let this go. You're going to tell me someday.

Her: Jane.

Him: Fine have it your way. Yeah, she's pretty cool.

Her: And she likes you.

Him: What?!

Her: Yeah, it's obvious, Luke.

Him: How?

Her: Did you notice she barely cried when Matt told her?

Him: That doesn't mean anything.

Her: It's because she didn't completely like him. She likes you. I can tell. Trust me on this.

Him: Oh. Well, it doesn't matter anyway.

Her: Why?

Him: Just cause.

he hangs up.