𝘉𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 15

My eyes fluttered open, the sun immediately hitting me. I rise from the bed, my feet touching the cold wood. Walking over the wall-length windows, closing the curtains.

I get back into bed. I look over at my phone. 5 missed calls and 7 texts. All from Angel. Grabbing my phone off the charger I go through every text.
Angel baby😇🦋:
Hey did you ever get in your apartment?
Y/N wtf? Why didn't you answer my calls?
Are you good sis???😭😭
Are you dead right now bitch??
I'm coming by rn
Bitch answer your door🤬
Omg answer the door😤😤
Are you ignoring me?? What did I do? Did I do something last night???😢😢😤😥

She worry's so much sometimes. But this time at least she has a reason too. Her best friend gets picked up by some random guy that says that they know each other and is offering to take her home. I'd worry too, to be honest. I call her and she answers before the second ring.
"Hello? Angel?"
"omg y/n what the hell where are you? I've been calling and texting you like crazy? I even came by your-" she sounds crazy "angel calm down I'm safe and unharmed" I can hear a sigh of relief. "god you scared the shit out of me y/n" I had to laugh she's so stressed out "don't laugh at me you could've been dead, but where are you right now?" I get out of bed walking down the halls. Heading for the kitchen.
"I'm still with the guy from Saturday night"
"oooh ok, he was really cute how do you know him?"
"We met a while ago at a protest"
"Girrrll he's a tall glass of water and stands for BLM he's for sure a keeper" I open the fridge searching for something to eat. My eyes land on a bag of bagels. I continue listening to Angel rant about Austin and how hot he was. I kinda forgot that every girl that sees him wants to get in his pants.
"But anyways are you coming into work today?" Fuck
"Ummm yea can I call you back later?"
"Uh, yeah bye," I said goodbye hanging up the phone. Turning my attention back to my hunger. I finish spreading the strawberry cream cheese on the bagel. I head back to the living room; sitting down with my bagel. I turn on the tv and try to pick a show. Nothing really seems that good tbh.
I just forget about finding something to watch and I finish my bagels. I take my plate back to the kitchen placing it into the dishwasher. I walk back upstairs, getting back in bed. I mean they probably went to work and won't be back for hours so I'm going back to sleep. I scroll through insta until I fall asleep.
- - -
RING RING RING RING
Who the fuck is calling me?
"Hello" I rub the crusties out of my eyes
"Hey Y/N it's me" my heart drops into my stomach. It can't be, why would he call me?
"What do you want?"
"I just wanna talk I know you missed me, baby"
"No, I really didn't miss you fuckface" he calls me now? Out of all days in the year now was the best time for him.
"I know you did, you seemed so upset when I left"
"ok but now I am not and aren't you dating my best friend asshole?" I feel his smug face smiling.
"that's why I called you darling I want you to come to her charity dinner, she's really excited about it"
of course, she would invite me . After destiny left me and I stayed with Austin and Daniel she tried to talk to me. Me, being the good friend I forgave her for it. But I regret it. I mean,I was looking for a reason to distance myself if her dating my ex wasn't enough.
"When is the charity dinner?"
"its a week from now she just wanted to make sure you had a spot so I called you first"
"of course you did"
"do you think I really want to talk to you that bad"
I scoff, it's just like Justin to pull some bullshit like this. It's like he won't let me forget we're not dating.
I walk out to the balcony. I listen to him talk about the requirements and all the stupid rich people shit.
"ok now I assume that you'll only need one ticket"
"no I need three thanks" he laughs "for who?"
"None of your business just send me three tickets. I'll send you the address" I hung up tired of his bullshit. That's the reason we broke up in the first place. He lied about everything who he was, how much money he made, where he was at night, EVERYTHING. And he wants to act like I did something wrong HA. What a joke.
I look over the balcony, to see a Matte Black car pull into the driveway. Who the hell is that? I run downstairs to the front door.
DING
Mental reminder: rich people's houses don't have peepholes. The ring the doorbell again. So I just open the door. A woman in a tight-fitting suit stands before me. Her black lipstick stands out against her dark skin. She's beautiful.
"Are you Y/N" I stand there completely in awe of this woman "uuuuhhhh yea that's me"
"good I'm here to take you back to headquarters, Mr. King wants to see you"