Stella:
The call went to voicemail.
I stared at my phone, my heart hammering against my ribs as the three beeps rang in my ear, followed by his voice instructing me to leave a message. I didn’t. Instead, I pulled the phone away from my ear and glared at the screen, debating whether or not to call again.
I didn’t.
I clenched my teeth, inhaling through my nose as frustration burned through me. Was Tristan really ignoring me? Was he still mad about me talking to Jonathan? The thought alone made my blood boil. He had no right to be mad. I didn’t even want to talk to Jonathan in the first place. And what did he do? Hand me a newspaper, let me drown in the headlines, and then disappear.
I scoffed and let out a sigh of defeat. Fine. If that was how he wanted to act, I wouldn’t waste my time
