For a moment, I was not sure if I was supposed to ignore my father's call or pick it up. My heart hammered against my rib cage, threatening to pull it down.
Stiles looked at me, biting into his nails. He always does that when he is anxious, and I am already sweating.
I felt my damp palms begin to release their own hormones. I was a bit frustrated, angry, and pissed at everything.
The loud ring coming from my phone was enough to make the room a bit uncomfortable.
The call ended shortly.
“Oh my god, did you just ignore your father’s call?” Stiles said, raising an eyebrow. I could tell he was a bit scared.
“Why is he calling me, and why now?”
I sat on the bed looking at my phone. Stiles shrugged. “Am I supposed to answer that? He is your father, for crying out loud, dude. He can
