ALEXANDER'S POV
Immediately Kevin's call ended, my phone rang again. For a split second, I thought it was Kevin about to spit more venom, but when Rubby's name lit up the screen, I couldn't help the small smile that tugged at my lips.
"Hey Rubby," I answered, leaning back into the couch.
"How are you doing? I just thought of calling you now."
"I'm so sorry Alex," she started, her voice soft and tentative.
"I had no idea that Nolan was going to show up, I didn't..."
"It's okay, dear," I interrupted gently; the frustration in her tone was quite evident. "Honestly, I'm not mad; I understand stuff like this happens; my parents could be worse at times, so it's fine, okay."
"For real? You are not mad?" She asked sounding a little surprised.
"No, not at all," I replied with a chuckle.
