Chapter fifty-four
Matt
As I take a long drag from my blunt and blow it out slowly.
I dial Novah's number, anticipating her voice.
Fucking Skylar, man. Just had to steal her from me. We could've been watching a movie, snuggled up on the couch, together, but no. Skylar doesn't want that. She fuckng hates my guts.
That evil bitch.
My finger twitches in worry as the phone continues ringing.
Third ring.......fourth ring.....fifth ring......voicemail.
I hang up and check the time.
12:02
Fuck.
Should I go out and look for her? What if something has happened to her? Do I need to call Skylar? I'm scared.
I walk to the bathroom and splash my face with cold water. I must be high.
Lemme just chill the fuck out and finish smoking.
Novah is fine. Skylar's responsible enough, right?
Nope. Hell no. I probably should go look for Novah.
No, I shouldn't, she's fine. Novah is one of the most responsible people I know.
Okay, I've decided. I'm going to chill the fuck out and wait till she gets home.
I wonder if she'll be coming here, to the apartment, or to her dorm room. Should I wait at the dorms?
You know what? I need to stop over-thinking. Like right fucking now.
I sigh and sit back down on the couch, leaning back. I let my muscles relax and sink into the couch. Closing my eyes, I envision my happy place, the forest, near a stream, nothing but myself and a good joint, maybe a beer.
My jaw immediately unclenches and I let out a breath.......
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