Danny's POV
The phone vibrated against the bedside table, a relentless, buzzing sound that made my skin crawl. Noah. Again.
I swiped the notification away. I didn't want to hear about Gabriel. I didn't want to hear about Noah’s truth.
Since we got back from Hawaii he had been blowing up my phone non-stop with text and calls and honestly I really didn't care. I mean I didn't care about him or Gabriel, let's be frank I never liked Noah, so he could go f**k Gabriel I don't care anymore.
I picked up the phone and saw a call coming in from Erica. I didn't even have time to reject it before she was already screaming through the speaker.
"Danny! Where the f**k have you been? You are acting like a damn ghost!"
I paced the length of my room, my grip tightening on the phone. "I have been bus
