Grrr…grrr…grrr…
My phone buzzed nonstop. I was in the kitchen, doing the dishes. My hands were still wet, so I carefully placed the plates back into the wash water, grabbed a dry towel hanging nearby and dried my hands. I pulled up my phone from my backpocket,
Who's calling?
I checked the caller ID, and Saphire's number popped up on the screen.
I stared at her name on the screen for a few seconds longer before pressing accept.
"Hello?" I answered cautiously, not entirely sure what to expect. This number hasn't rung on my phone in years, I've even forgotten I still have her number.
We hadn’t spoken in any meaningful way since everything between us fell apart.
Whatever the reason why she called, it had better be good because the last time I checked, I don't consider us friends anymor
