it went straight to voicemail. I just want to go party, catch a few drinks, and have some fun again. I’ve been holding off on going out for his ass but since he’s ignoring me, I’ll do my own damn thing.” She bites on her lip, staring into my eyes. “Sounds immature, doesn’t it?”
“Very, but I can understand,” I say, picking at my nails.
“Good so you know why I want to go so badly,” she says, stepping for the hallway. “I’m about to hit the shower, Nat, but I’m serious. If he doesn’t call tonight, we’re going shopping tomorrow for something hot to wear to the party.”
“Alright, alright,” I groan as she steps behind the wall and out of sight. I flop backward s and land on the plush sofa. I stare up at the ceiling, digging into my pocket immediately to pull out my cell phone. Of course there’s nothing to check. That’s becoming normality.
I’m starting to get pissed that he isn’t communicating with me. I know I should wait for him to call but I don’t want to anymore. I called twice yesterday and three times this morning and still, no answer. I’m so sick of this shit. I sit up and wait for Harp’s shower to run before dialing his number and rushing for the balcony.
“Hello?” someone with an unfamiliar and deep voice answers.
“Hi . . . u m . . . is Nolan around?” I ask, forcing myself to sound casual.
“Oh , nah, he’s at home packing some stuff with Sharon. He left his phone in my car.”
I frown heavily. “Who is Sharon?”
The man on the line hesitates for a brief moment. “From what I’ve heard she was one of Nolan’s mother’s students and his ex . . . I think. Sweet girl. Pretty face. Blonde hair. A pretty nice body. Do you know her?”
I feel a squeeze around my heart but I force myself to keep it cool. “ No, I don’t,” I mutter tightly. “May I ask who this is?
“Tike. I’m Nolan’ s manager. I’m helping him move some stuff out. I’m headed to storage right now but I can let him know you’ve called.”
“No thanks, Tike. That won’t be necessary, but you can deliver another message for me, though. Let Nolan know Natalie called and we’re done. I hope he’s having a ton of fun with Sharon right now.”
“Oh . . . uh . . . alright.” I end the call furiously. There are so many screams inside of me wanting to let out but instead I remain silent. How can I be silent when hearing he’s with another girl—obviously a hot ex-girlfriend at that? No wonder he hasn’t been talking to me.
I grit my teeth, forcing myself to bite back on the worthless tears. He’s worthless and now I really want nothing to do with him. I should have known it was bound to come. Nolan and I were too perfect. I had too much faith in someone like him.
To ignore the tears and the annoyance I feel brewing in my chest, I turn around and rush inside. I hurry to my room, shuffling and tossing my clothes aside until I find the pair of jeans I wore on the first day I met Tyler.
I pull the crumpled sheet of paper out, staring at his number for a few debatable seconds. I know it’s wrong and immature as hell to go to someone just because I don’t want to feel but I know it’s going to be worth it. I want to do it because I’m so sick of being hurt. I’m tired of falling for guys who will only destroy me. Damn it . When am I going to learn my fucking lesson? I knew there was a hidden reason behind his attitude when I’d visited. There’s no telling how long that girl has been around.
Biting at my bottom lip with a pounding heart, I finally dial Tyler’s number and place the phone against my ear. Each ring makes me nervous, jittery, but proud that I’m actually doing it. Proud that I’m not crying . . . yet.
“Hello?” His voice is deep through the phone.
“Hi, Tyler. It’s Natalie.”
“Oh, what’s up? About time I got a call. I was starting to catch a case of low self-esteem,” he teases.
“Yeah. ” I force a giggle. “Hey, you remember when we
“Very, but I can understand,” I say, picking at my nails.
“Good so you know why I want to go so badly,” she says, stepping for the hallway. “I’m about to hit the shower, Nat, but I’m serious. If he doesn’t call tonight, we’re going shopping tomorrow for something hot to wear to the party.”
“Alright, alright,” I groan as she steps behind the wall and out of sight. I flop backward s and land on the plush sofa. I stare up at the ceiling, digging into my pocket immediately to pull out my cell phone. Of course there’s nothing to check. That’s becoming normality.
I’m starting to get pissed that he isn’t communicating with me. I know I should wait for him to call but I don’t want to anymore. I called twice yesterday and three times this morning and still, no answer. I’m so sick of this shit. I sit up and wait for Harp’s shower to run before dialing his number and rushing for the balcony.
“Hello?” someone with an unfamiliar and deep voice answers.
“Hi . . . u m . . . is Nolan around?” I ask, forcing myself to sound casual.
“Oh , nah, he’s at home packing some stuff with Sharon. He left his phone in my car.”
I frown heavily. “Who is Sharon?”
The man on the line hesitates for a brief moment. “From what I’ve heard she was one of Nolan’s mother’s students and his ex . . . I think. Sweet girl. Pretty face. Blonde hair. A pretty nice body. Do you know her?”
I feel a squeeze around my heart but I force myself to keep it cool. “ No, I don’t,” I mutter tightly. “May I ask who this is?
“Tike. I’m Nolan’ s manager. I’m helping him move some stuff out. I’m headed to storage right now but I can let him know you’ve called.”
“No thanks, Tike. That won’t be necessary, but you can deliver another message for me, though. Let Nolan know Natalie called and we’re done. I hope he’s having a ton of fun with Sharon right now.”
“Oh . . . uh . . . alright.” I end the call furiously. There are so many screams inside of me wanting to let out but instead I remain silent. How can I be silent when hearing he’s with another girl—obviously a hot ex-girlfriend at that? No wonder he hasn’t been talking to me.
I grit my teeth, forcing myself to bite back on the worthless tears. He’s worthless and now I really want nothing to do with him. I should have known it was bound to come. Nolan and I were too perfect. I had too much faith in someone like him.
To ignore the tears and the annoyance I feel brewing in my chest, I turn around and rush inside. I hurry to my room, shuffling and tossing my clothes aside until I find the pair of jeans I wore on the first day I met Tyler.
I pull the crumpled sheet of paper out, staring at his number for a few debatable seconds. I know it’s wrong and immature as hell to go to someone just because I don’t want to feel but I know it’s going to be worth it. I want to do it because I’m so sick of being hurt. I’m tired of falling for guys who will only destroy me. Damn it . When am I going to learn my fucking lesson? I knew there was a hidden reason behind his attitude when I’d visited. There’s no telling how long that girl has been around.
Biting at my bottom lip with a pounding heart, I finally dial Tyler’s number and place the phone against my ear. Each ring makes me nervous, jittery, but proud that I’m actually doing it. Proud that I’m not crying . . . yet.
“Hello?” His voice is deep through the phone.
“Hi, Tyler. It’s Natalie.”
“Oh, what’s up? About time I got a call. I was starting to catch a case of low self-esteem,” he teases.
“Yeah. ” I force a giggle. “Hey, you remember when we
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