One Drunken Night

Chapter 14 (I'm Planning To Cut It)

The phone kept ringing as I stared at it.

Dylan? I thought as I hugged my knees to my chest. Should I answer it?

I just stared at the phone until it stopped ringing. A minute later, my phone rang again. I probably look like an idiot staring at my phone like it's gonna come to life and eat me whole. Why would Dylan be calling? I thought we were fighting..unless Dylan's gonna apologize. But 'Dylan' and 'apologize' don't go together. Let's just say their never friends.

Just as I hesitantly reached for the phone, it stopped ringing again. I froze with my hand mid-way to my phone. I stared at the time on my phone, 2:50. Why would Dylan even call at this hour? In the middle of the night? Especially, in the middle of my beautiful sleep?

I stared at the phone a little longer and shook my head. If Dylan was gonna apologize, then he better grow a pair and do it face-to-face. I crawled back under the covers and laid my head on my pillow.

My phone rang again, making me sit right back up and glare at my phone. Stupid phone! I mentally shouted in my head, hoping that I have the power to send my brain waves to the phone and it would listen.

Unfortunately, I don't have that power, so I crawled nearer to the phone and took one last glance at the ID. I shut off my phone the moment I saw his name and tossed my phone back at my bedside table.

Hailey stirred at her bed. "Steph....something wrong?" She asked sleepily as she turned to face me.

I got up from the bed and searched for my slippers in the dark. "I just need to wash my face and....I forgot to brush my teeth." I know lame excuse but Hailey bought it. she nooded and fell asleep again.

I walked into bathroom and looked at the mirror. I opened the sink and splashed water on my face. Ever since Dylan called, I can't think about sleep anymore. I placed my hands at the edge of the sink and breathe as I tried not to go back and open my phone to call up Dylan.

I went back to my bed and lay there the rest of the night. Wondering, Why did you really call me Dylan?

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I looked around the moment I stepped foot in the school. I swiftly walked to my locker and quickly grabbed my books from my locker. I slammed my locker shut and spun around, only to run into Axel.

"Woah, relax Steph." Axel said, gripping onto my shoulders. "What happened to you? It's like you didn't sleep at all last night. Did you see a ghost or something last night?" He joked.

"Something close to that..." I mumbled, hoping he didn't hear me.

"And that 'something' happens to be..." Axel trailed off, giving me a cue to continue the sentence for him.

"You, you're face appeared on my phone when you called this morning." I said, giving him a grin despite my mood. "That's the monster that I saw this morning."

"Ouch, that hurts, right here." He said, feigning hurt, pointing to his chest.

I rolled my eyes and gently pushed him out of the way. Axel caught up to me and fell into step beside me. "But seriously, why the eyeluggages?"

I turned to him and gave him a weird look. "Eyeluggages?"

"You know, it's called eyebags but since your bags have bags, which is twice as large, I call it luggages."

"Ha-ha, you got me good Axel." I said sarcastically.

"Stop beating around the bush, what's the real problem?" He asked, ignoring my remark. I kept walking as Axel fell silent beside me. "Does this have something to do with your fight with Dylan?"