“Are you even listening to me, girl?” April snapped, hitting my arm.
“Ouch,” I whined, rubbing the spot where she'd hit me.
“Can't believe you didn't hear a word I said,” she pouted, looking away.
“I'm sorry…” but it's impossible to concentrate on her when her Dad's blowing up my phone with the nastiest, unholy messages.
I'm trying not to read them but the fact that I'm ignoring him seems to be pissing him off even more. He won't stop sending those messages.
And they're nasty, my God. My cheeks got heated badly from the few lines I read off the notification.
“Are you gonna listen now or should I just quit talking?”
I shoved the phone into my purse and fixed my gaze on her. “I'll listen. You were saying?”
She adjusted on her seat, flipping her gorgeous hair. “So it's the week
