RYLEE
Buzz.Buzz. Buzz.
Ugh… what the hell is that?
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Noooo, shut up! Stop it, whatever is making that noise. I don’t want to wake up yet!
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Fuck!
Cracking my eyes open, I look toward the nightstand and see that my phone’s screen is lit up as it continues buzzing. Grabbing my phone, I look to see that it’s not even eight o’clock. It’s fucking Saturday! Who is calling… ?
Oh. It’s Miles.
Yeah, that makes sense. He would be the one to ruin my day from the start.
I hesitate a moment, thinking I should ignore it, but he’s tried to call me several times already and I have a feeling he’s not going to stop until I see what he wants.
Groaning, I answer the call.
“I don’t know why you keep trying to reach out,” I snap, not even bothering with ahello. “I don’t care what the fuck you want. Leave me alone!”
Okay, so maybe I don’t really want to know what he wants.
“Rylee, just hear me out!” he replies in a hurried tone. “We’re still friends, right? I just need a bit of help. I have a new marketing client - snowboarder - and I was just wondering if you could put in a good word with your boss atICONand see if you could get him a magazine spread… ”
“Are you fucking kidding me!” I explode, furious at his nerve. “Not a chance in hell! Get fucked!”
I hang up before he can say anything else. Fuck! That lowlife motherfucker! How dare he try to ask me for a favor!
Tears of frustration rise up in my eyes but I fight them. I’m so sick of crying about that asshole! He doesn’t deserve them. He never deserved me! It wasn’t me he wanted, anyway. He was always way more into my connection with ICON than he was me.
If he’d been more likeGlideControlZ,we might actually still be together.
Wiping away the few tears that manage to slip out, I open the Cloak app just to read last night’s conversations, and that slowly puts a smile back on my face.
Our “date” was so much fun. Who knew I’d enjoy playing checkers for hours?
It’s kind of weird, feeling so giddy about a guy and not even knowing what he looks like, but I don’t think I’ve ever had such an easy time talking to someone. I feel like we’re really connecting, and I just hope that when we do meet face-to-face, the attraction is as intense and immediate as our chemistry so far.
For some reason, as I’m remembering my date, Zander and his date pop into my head. Ugh… he never came home last night, so it must have gone well. He couldn’t have just let me knowthat he wasn’t coming back, though? It was after three when I went to bed, and I couldn’t help but worry about him a bit. What if he’d been tricked and kidnapped and was having his kidneys harvested while I was safe and snug under my blankets?
I quickly realized how ridiculous of a thought that was, though. He’s a big, muscly hockey player - he could hold his own in a fight or kidnapping/black market organ harvesting attempt.
Still, it wasn’t very considerate of him not to give me a heads up. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, though. A guy who ghosts a girl the way he ghosted me probably doesn’t take other people’s feelings into consideration all that often. No doubt he spent the night with his face between his date’s legs, making her scream in pleasure…
Ah! No, fuck that! I don’t care what he did last night. He’ll likely just ditch whoever he’s with before she wakes up anyway. Playboy asshole. Fuck Zander!
And fuck Miles!
Fuck all men!
Except forGlideControlZ… unless we’re literally fucking, that is.
Letting out a huff of frustration, I grab my journal from beneath my pillow and flip it open to angrily scribble out my rageful thoughts about Miles.
