Making It (On Hold Indefinitely)

1.6

1.6

• Call me •

That's all it said.

Call me.

Not 'I'm sorry', 'let me explain', 'it was an accident'. Nope. Just;

Call me.

That made me want to scream.

Where was he when I called him seven times this morning? Why couldn't he call me? Did he think I was busy? Was he giving me a chance to cool down because the only thing he's said to me since I found out was fucking call me?

I was livid.

Tossing my phone into the passenger seat I turn the key in the ignition and snatch the gear into drive. Driving angry isn't the best idea but I couldn't give two fucks. I turn on the radio and turn it to some mainstream radio where a sappy love song was playing. I couldn't bare risking the chance The Proposition was playing on my usual station.

It takes me an hour to get back to my apartment. Praying that the time would calm me down but it doesn't. The second I grab my phone from the seat Taylor's idiotic message appeared in my head and I wanted nothing more than to strangle my hands around his neck.

What was he thinking?!

I march straight passed Brooke on the couch doing her homework and slam my door behind me. It closes so hard that it makes me flinch but only for a second.

Toeing off my shoes I fall into my bed and unlock my phone. His message is the first this that comes up.

• Call me •

Frowning I open up the information tab and click on one of the two options. Not caring which one as long as it did as he pleased. My frowning face appears on the screen in front of me while his name and calling scrolls above my head.

He picks up on the second ring. Face immensely guilty. His lips part but I don't give him time to speak.

"You better have one good fucking explanation Taylor Rowan Alexander." I frown deeply at him and he gulps in his screen, shifting in whatever he was sitting on.

"I've been working since early this morning." He says, still looking guilty. "I wanted to call you and explain what happened but I haven't had a moment of free time until just now."

I sit quiet. He sits quiet. Eyes searching my face. My stomach pools with warmth and I start to hate myself for letting go of my anger towards him. I wanted to be mad at him. Scream. He had kissed someone else. But seeing how much it was killing him inside made me feel bad for assuming the worst.

"Well?" I arch my brow at him. His silence was annoying.

"She kissed me." He says, running his hand over the top of his head. Smoothing his hair down. "Alec and Oli threw a party. There was drinking and at first I thought she was you but she was nothing like you. She stuck around, some stupid drumming contest happened—"

"Did you win?" I cut in, trying to let the rest of the information sink in. He thought she was me? Was I that generic that I could be confused with any blonde he came across?

"Of course." He snorted. He waits a beat before continuing. "After winning I was hanging out in the kitchen and tryna sober up with some water. Next thing I know she was kissing me. I'm not sure if it was her or the alcohol or the water I just chugged. But next thing I knew I was throwing up and she was backing away."