She sighed once.
"Alright Raymond. I get it. I'll talk to you later. Bye." With that she hung up.
Damn it. I screwed up everything again. I have to make sure she doesn't tell everything to Soaf.
I have to call Soaf.
My phone buzzed again.
Why everyone keeps calling me when I don't want to talk to them.
This time it was dad. I had to pick up.
"Hey Dad!"
"Hey Son. How are your studies going?" he asked. See this is the thing I hate about my Father. He called me after a long time and all he is concern about is my studies. He didn't say 'how are you son?' instead he asked me 'how are your studies going?'. Can you believe that.
"T-they are going good Dad." I replied.
"You're not at school?"
"Umm.....No dad. School sent our team to a football camp for a few days."
"What?!!! You are mi
