“Pick up the phone you moron, dumbass, i***t, dickhead,” I say aloud while Vikram’s phone keeps ringing. He doesn’t pick up.
What he said is in the back of my mind but, at present, my mission is to make sure he’s safe. He’s drunk, not home, and not picking up his phone.
I don’t know whom to call. I don’t have the number of anyone in his family. Shivam is his best friend. He must know where Vikram is right now. Even if he doesn’t, he can at least inform his family.
I look up Shivam’s number in the student council group and call him.
Shivam takes time to respond. I have almost given up when I hear “Hello?”
There is music in the background. I take a sigh of relief.
“Are you with Vikram?”
“Um… yes. But who are you?”
“Oh, I’m Mishti,” I say embarrassed now that I know Vikram has someone
