Chapter 68

I grit my teeth when it immediately lights up again with that arsehole’s name. He’s persistent anyway, but if he wants stubbornness, that’s what he will get. I’m sure I have the will to match his, and I won’t back down no matter how he is on the phone. He can’t sweeten me up for anything.

I pull it over to pick it up and press answer before snapping down the line at him, with no hint of anything except rage. I want him to know right off that I’m so mad my blood’s boiling.

“What the fuck is it?” I half yell at him, fuelled by bruised feelings and major nose-out-of-joint syndrome. Temper frayed and taking no shit. Come in hot and ‘let him have it’ mentality. He started a fight when there was no fight to be had, so he can suffer the consequences.

“What kind of way is that to answer the fucking phone to me?” he snaps right back, angered by my reaction, really not being the smartest in how he should handle me. The appropriate response should sound nothing like this, and