/-Scarlett-/
I glared at the caller ID. Why couldn't this guy let me be? I answered with annoyance.
"What do you want?", I snapped.
"We need to talk", he replied.
"Talk about what, exactly? What part of we're over is difficult to comprehend? I don't want anything to do with you, don't you get it?", I raised my voice. My fists tightened around the phone. I wanted to punch him in the face.
"Come over, Charlotte. We need to talk. If we don't, I'm gonna get those test results for Carter", he threatened, and I blanked out.
God, why do these people keep talking about things I have no idea about?
"What test results, Timon?", I asked, and he chuckled.
"Are you playing? The f*****g tests we took at the hospital".
I wanted to throw the phone against the wall. I hung up, and called mom. Sh
