Lyra
I ignored my phone completely as it vibrated nonstop—Kyle calling again and again—letting it ring until it finally gave up. By the time I reached my destination, the screen was buzzing with missed calls and unread messages I had no intention of opening.
I paid the driver, stepped out, and headed towards my house.
I almost yelped when I saw a tall figure leaning against the wall beside the door with his arms crossed.
The porch lights were off casting him in a shadow that almost made my heart jump out of my chest—thinking I have seen a ghost.
“Where were you?” the tall figure who looked like a shadow, suddenly spoke and walked towards me.
I raised my head at him, and pushing his chest away. “And what does it have to do with you?”
“You were on a date?” His voice we
