// Sugar Rush //
ELEVEN
GAVIN CARTER
As I got to the house, I heard slight shouting. “I am not changing my f*****g mind!” I heard Carla shouted through the phone.
Whatever the person said on the other end seemed to piss her off all the more, “f**k off! The only time I see you, is if we switch and I don’t give s**t about what you think!” and slammed the phone hard and turned to meet me with surprised eyes.
“Uh…Sorry, Gav. I didn’t mean to disturb you,” she said and passed me.
“Blythe is staying the night by the way, but she’ll be late apparently.” I nodded and I went back to my kitchen.
My thoughts completely still in a daze over a confession that happened a few hours ago.
“…So what’s up?”
It took her a long time to answer, but I noticed that her expression seemed flushed and that’
