TOM'S P.O.V.
we were all sat in the front room, watching some music on the tv. it was kinda weird because of the silence. why didn't she tell me or even tell Demi she was still being sick. what does this mean. i was pulled out of my thoughts by my phone going off in my pocked. i flipped it open and checked the caller ID. great. what the f**k does she want?
'what the f**k do you want' i demanded down the phone. i could hear her chuckle lightly on the other end. this pissed me off.
'now, now Tom, is that any way to talk to me.' she asked in what i used to think was a sexy tone. now it was like nails down a chalkboard to me.
'f**k you' i told her. i saw Katie look at me out of the corner of my eye. but i didn't pay any attention to it.
'what did i just say Tom?. we need to talk. now!' sh
