I could hear scrambling. “No, you’re not. Where are you?” He demanded.
I used my free hand to clean my eyes profusely, like he was here, and would be able to see me. I needed to have some control of my emotions. It was a mistake answering the phone in the first place.
“I’m fine, Mike,” I mumbled.
More shuffling ensued. “You don’t sound fine, Maya!” He snapped right back.
I sighed as I got up, feeling like my legs weighed a ton of bricks. “You’re paranoid. I was watching some rom-com that didn’t feel like comedy at the last minute. It got me teary eyed. This things happen sometimes,” I said as convincing as I could.
“I doubt this. You’re sure you’re ok? How come I don’t hear the sounds of an ongoing movie? And, aren’t you in school?” He bombarded me with more questions.
I rolled my ey
