Chapter 65. Jealous of Ryder

Accepting the call at last, Brooklyn held the phone to her ear, her heart beating wildly with apprehension. “Hello, who’s this?” she croaked with fear, expecting Freddie or his gang to pounce on her from the other end.

“Hey, it’s me, Ryder. I just called to say that we’ve reached LA,” said Ryder excitedly.

“Ryder? Oh, how did you get my number? Where’s Brandon?” asked Brooklyn, feeling relieved but, at the same time, annoyed to hear his voice. Why couldn’t Brandon call her instead of asking his friend to do it? Didn’t he know how much she hated Ryder?

“Brand just rushed to the washroom. He gave me your number to inform you. So, are you missing me?” asked Ryder making Brooklyn frown. She didn’t want to talk to him at all.

“No, why would I? Good to know that you’ve reached. Ask Brandon to call me later. Bye!” she said, disconnecting the call hastily. She had no time for small chats with Ryder. She picked up her clothes and turned to go out of the closet when sh