CHERYL POV
Gwen: Hey, you talk to him yet?
I stared at the message and my lip pressed into a thin line.
Me: Who is he?
Her reply came in shortly.
Gwen: Don't mess with me, young lady. Have you spoken with him or not!!!
I nearly dropped my phone due to the exclamation marks. Jesus Christ, Gwen!
Me: No, jeez. Stop bothering me, Gwen. I'm at work.
I shook my head in exasperation, my eyes slowly squeezing shut for a few moments.
Blowing out a blast of air from my mouth, I turned back to my work only for my phone to start ringing.
"Oh, for the love of God, Gwen," I mumbled under my breath as I picked up the call.
"What do you plan on telling him?" Gwen questioned the moment I put the phone to my ear.
"Nothing," I am quick to answer.
"Nothing?" she echoed
