The Boy Next Door

Chapter 16

We all woke up, then headed home, not feeling like another day at the beach.

"Blake, can I come over later?" I ask him on the way over.

"Sure." He says, his eyes glued to his phone. I brush it off, probably on Instagram or twitter.

"What will you do?" Greg asks, wiggling his eyes.

"God your so perverted! Probably watch a movie or something! I don't know!" I groan.

"Who's perverted?" Blake says looking up from his phone finally.

"You'd know if your eyes weren't glued to your phone." I mutter, getting annoyed with everyone.

"So are you going to answer my question?"

"Maybe later." I say, looking out the window at the passing houses.

He groans and goes back to his phone. I watch him through the reflection in the window.

"What's so important that your glued to your phone?" I finally ask.

"What? Oh... Nothing." I turn around and look at him.

"Really? 'Cause it doesn't seem like nothing. You don't notice anything except your phone." I snap.

"Why do you even care? It's not your life! So just back off! And stop snapping at me! Are you on your period or something?"

I just turned back to the window. Finally we reach our houses and I grab my stuff and run inside. I just drop my stuff and run to my room. I land on my bed and just stare at the wall for what seemed like hours.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and realize it's dead. I grab the charger and plug it in. Once it's back on, I check my messages and see I have 18 missed calls, and 13 messages.

"Hey Sam, it's Blake, I'm sorry for snapping at you, everything I said was uncalled for. Please call me back."

"Hey Sam. If you could call me back, that'd be great."

"Sam. Please call me! I'm really sorry."

"Samantha Elizabeth Parker answer my calls! I really want to talk to you!"

"Sam. I said I was sorry! Can you please pick up?"

"Hey Sam. So, I've called 15 times now and you still haven't answered. I'm really sorry. I was acting like a dick and if you could please pick up I'll tell you what I was looking at. Please pick up! I miss you!"

That was the last voicemail he left and his texts were similar.

I decide to call him back, he picks up on the 3rd ring.

"Oh thank god. I thought you were never going to talk to me again!" He says. "I'm still mad at you." I state plainly. "Just come over and I'll explain." "Fine." I hang up and head over.

I listen to the echo of the doorbell as I wait on the front step. He opens the door and I walk in.

"Speak." I say.

"So, you remember CeCe right? Well, she started to spread a rumor about us, that I got you pregnant, and so I was going through everything and explaining that you weren't pregnant and lying and saying that we've never even done it, and I was annoyed with all of that, that's why I snapped at you."

"Show me."

"What?"

"Show me the rumor!"