Brooklyn
I peered down at my phone, feeling my stomach drop as the notifications popped up on the screen.
20 missed calls and 10 unread text messages. Every single one of them was from Tyler.
After having his friends show up at my work yesterday, I’ve been feeling super uneasy about all of this. One of them might’ve even tried following me home. That’s totally crossing the line, and it made me realize I need to cut Tyler off completely.
I’d hoped he’d get bored of this and start to move on by now. I mean, I walked in on him kissing another girl, so I figured he was already over me somewhat to do that.
My fingers hovered over the screen, as I looked down at the last message he sent.
Tyler: If you don’t f*****g respond back to me, I’m coming down there Brooklyn. I’m not joking.
