Bad Boy Hemmings ➸ Sequel

4.

Nevaeh's P.O.V.

My hands are shaking and my heart beating uneven as the number I've grown to memorize flashes on the screen of my white phone.

Luke's number.

Answer it! My sub conscience screams at me.

"Hello." I say, thanking god silently that my voice is calm.

"Hey, is this Nevaeh?" Luke asks. His voice is deep and hoars, sounding like he was either crying or hasn't talked in ten days.

"Yeah. What's up?" I lick my lips, hating how stiff the conversation is.

"Um, I kinda need to talk to you about something."

I shifted the phone from one ear to the other and jumped up onto the counter. "And what's that."

"Just... I had a 'day dream' you could call it?" He mumbled.

I sucked in a sharp breath. "About what?"

"Us."

That's all it took for me to hang up, press the glowing red button that put me out of my misery. But I didn't, I stayed frozen as Luke began talking about what happened in this so called 'day dream'.

"We were messing around, well I was. And.. I ended up locking you out of the hotel room, into the rain and when I finally let you in, we kissed." He gulped, as if he was afraid to say the word 'kiss' in front of me.

"And.... other stuff."

My eyes widened.

"I'm sorry, but that exactly what it was. A day dream. Nothing more nothing less. Goodbye Luke." I hung up.