Owen
I woke up to the sound of my ringing phone in my bedside table. Groaning, I grab the phone and answer it without peeking the caller’s name. “What?!” I raised my voice. Whoever this is, he is ruining my sleep. It’s two oclock in a hot Saturday afternoon and everybody knows this is my alone time.
“Owen,” Jake’s whisper clips my ear, “I n-need your help. Are you home?”
I push away my blanket and sit on the bed, my eyebrows furrowing. “What is it, Jake? Are you in trouble?” I asked, my teeth gritting. I know him too well. In a hushed voice, he said, “Are you home?”
“What do you think?” I retorted a sarcastic remarks. “Wait. I’ll just go there,” he ended the call immediately. I sank back to my pillow and throw my phone on the table. It didn’t take another ten minutes for me to sleep
