Hour Two
Justin calling...
I swiped on the little red button to begin typing an excuse. Maybe diarrhea. The flu? How about the truth that I''m freaking out? The screen got frosted with sweat as I typed a sorry. My hands were getting clammy and my breathing irregular. It was past 1pm already.
The phone rang again and I tried my best to gather my wits and this time, swipe on the green button. I lead the phone to my ear.
"Shar? Worried na'ko... Puntahan kita?"
I anticipated anger, but his voice was collected and sweet. It helped keep me calm down, but not enough to form anything else other than a "Yes, please..."
"Don't worry, okay? Papunta na... Hold on, okay?" With that reminder, he turned the call off and my heart started beating faster.
I just tell myself its because of the panic, definitely not because of Justin.
