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WOR·RY·ING
1. causing anxiety about actual or potential problems; alarming:
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At this point, I was beyond worrying. I had texted, called, and even debating driving over to Nick's house. I was so close to beating that boy for ignoring me. I wasn't needy, I just wanted to know if he was okay.
I slowly opened my car door and tossed my bag into my passenger seat and got in. My mom jogged out in her pajamas and I rolled down my window after starting my moms car.
"Hey, forgot your lunch." She handed me some leftovers from Quiznos from a night ago.
"Thanks Momma." I kissed her cheek and she smiled.
"Alright, well see you tonight." She waved as I backed out.
"Love you!" I called as I pulled out into the road and drove down the road. I was biting my lip just thinking about it.
Should I be mad at Nick? Nice? I had no idea how to react, I felt like being really mad at him but that was just my jackass forming out of its shell. I stopped at a stop light and drummed on my wheel softly with my long nails.
What if he wasn't at school? Was he hurt? Did he not make it home? I picked up my phone from the coin cash in my car and I took advantage of the red light, flipping through my contacts and calling Nick's home.
Hopefully, his parents would pick up, I had no idea if I even had met them before.
"Hello?" A husky older voice echoed into the phone.
"Hello? This is Malibu, a friends of Nicks." I said into the phone.
"Friend? I wouldn't put it that way." A small chuckle escaped into the phone, and my heart dropped.
"Did he come home last night?" I said sweetly.
"Yep, he just left for school." The voice hummed into the phone.
"Alright, thanks!" I hung up and tossed my phone onto my bag.
What an asshole, he didn't even call me?
Ramming on my gas, I shot out into the side lane and continued to school.
I pulled into the parking lot and took the front spot.
