Sweet as a Strawberry

32 ~ Sour as a Wattpad Queen Bee

A/N: sorry for taking so long. But I promised someone on ask.fm I'd update tomorrow, so there's that. also you guys are swag. keep up the good work.

Chapter 32: Sour as a Wattpad Queen Bee (idk?¿)

"You're going to run a hole in the ground from all that pacing you're doing," Archer observed from his perch on top of my desk.

I glared at him, my phone clutched tightly in my friend. I felt anxious and coiled, like I was going to spring any second. "Oh, shut it, you."

He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows, but I was already so done with him that I began pacing again. I tried to get rid of all my nervous energy, but none of it was going away.

Why wasn't she calling again? Not that I wanted her to call. 

Fuck, who was I kidding? I wanted her to call me. I wanted to see how she was doing.

"Seriously, Ben, if you're so worried about her, why don't you call?" Archer said after a while. "You're making me tired with all this walking."

"Why don't I call?" I repeated slowly. I looked at my phone. Lottie's name was listed under my recent calls, and it sort of made me grin when I saw the ridiculous picture she'd set as her contact image. She had taken my phone and had been trying to make me laugh with all these weird faces, but then accidentally took a picture and loved it so much that she told me that's the face she wanted me to see whenever she called me.

"Yes, Ben. Call her," Archer said, even slower than me. I scowled at his mocking expression. "You are capable of that, you know."

I hesitated, practically gnawing off my lip. "But what if she's talking to her dad or the doctor or something?"

Archer jumped off my desk and rolled his eyes. "Fine, don't call her. Let's just go to the kitchen or something, because I can't really stand you right now."

I shoved him as he walked past, and he stumbled before straightening and making an immature face at me. I sighed and followed him out the door.

One of the doors was open as we walked by, and the lady inside was talking very loudly on her phone. "Yes, yes. Two in the afternoon on the third? Yes, that should be fine. Thank you, good day."

I furrowed my eyebrows and caught up to Archer. "What's the date today?" I asked.

"It's the second of November. Why?" he asked curiously.

I swore under my breath. That mean tomorrow was Lottie's birthday, and I'd gotten her nothing. What the fuck? Why was I so stupid?

What was I even supposed to get her? I didn't really know what she liked. Well, she'd once told me she was a big fan of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. And I knew she liked sweet things. But I wanted it to be meaningful. What was I supposed to do?

I took out my phone and dialled Clark's number. "What's up, homeboy?" he said in an upbeat voice. "Cheers for not telling me you were leaving without me for two days."

I cringed. "Sorry Clark. I didn't think it would take this long."

"You're not sorry, you sketchy bastard. You know, it gets very lonely without my bestest friend around." I could pretty much hear the pout in his whining voice.

"Aw poor baby," I said in a monotone. "Suck it up."

Clark huffed. "Did you call me to bully me or do you have another agenda?"

"I don't have an agenda. I have a problem," I said.

"Ah! A problem! I'm good at those."

I massaged my temples with my fingers and debated on whether or not it was a good idea to tell him about Lottie. Because he would definitely blow it out of proportions and then pester me so much that I would literally find a way to transport my hand from my phone to his just to throttle him.