(Ron)
“What do you want?” I ask.
“What the f**k, man, I’ve been trying to call you for the past ten minutes! It’s an emergency! Didn’t you get any of the messages?” He yells.
“No. I wasn’t planning on answering your call or checking your messages at all,” I say, bitterly.
“Cut the bullshit, Ron,” he says, “It’s Olivia.”
My face goes blank. I pause in the middle of my inhalation, and exhale sharply through my nostrils. “What about her? What did you do, Kyle? I swear if she’s in danger-”
“-It’s not me,” he says, “Listen, she’s gone out on some date with this guy –he’s… he’s not a good person. She sent Malory a photo of the guy. Malory remembers his face. She knows he isn’t a good person as well as I do. We have to get to Olivia before something happens. It’s no us
