Chapter 87

“Stop laughing. I don’t like you right now!” I sulk down the phone, pulling at my shoes on my apartment couch and glaring at them before tossing them away as Arrick kills himself, laughing down the other end of the line.

“Baby? I’m sorry…” He bursts into another hysterical fit, and I feel my temper rising. I am seriously not a happy camper with him right now, and what started as a minor insult has escalated because he is an asshole. He is the biggest type of douche bag known to man, and if he were here, I would make him eat my shoe.

“I’m hanging up on you.” I pout, tears welling in my eyes and lip wobbling, stupidly hurt over a stupid text and acting dumb, but I can’t help it. He has this insane ability nowadays to hurt my feelings much more easily than he ever did.

“Sophie. Come on… Don’t. I want to talk to you. That’s why I called instead.” He’s still trying to control the giggling fit he’s hit, but I am not laughing, even if he is half begging me with a cute, en