My Wattpad Love

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My Wattpad Love

Chapter 08

I was frozen. I couldn't move at all, my eyes moved away from my laptop's screen and landed on my room's door.

The phone was ringing...

The house's phone...

I'd just given Evan my number. Was he calling? Panic rose in me when I remembered my house's phone was downstairs and Shane was there. I jumped out of bed and ran out of my room into the hallway. I found Jason on the way. He was obviously heading to my room,

"Hey, I'm gonna use your bathroom because-" I ran past him and went downstairs "Jules?" Jason's confused voice was soon left behind as I clumsily moved down the stairs. My feet met the warm living room's carpet and I stopped on my tracks. Shane was standing next to the couch; he had the phone pressed against his left ear. His gaze met mine as he proceeded to speak,

"Yes, she is here, hold on," Shane offered me the phone. I stopped breathing,

"Who is it?" I said in a low tone. Shane shrugged his shoulders. Swallowing my nervousness, I grasped the phone and held it close to my ear. My heart was hammering inside my chest.

"Hello?" I greeted squeezing the phone cord with my free hand. I could hear the person's breathing at the other side of the line "Hello?" I repeated a little bit louder this time.

Come on, Evan, Say something.

"Hello?" My throat was dry. Why was I so nervous? Why wasn't he speaking? It had to be him, I knew it was him. The line went dead and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Putting the phone back in place, I ran my fingers through my hair. Why didn't he say anything? I was confused.

"Who was that?" Shane's voice snapped me out of my trance.

"Hum, a friend," I replied automatically. My mind was still on those seconds. Hearing his breathing had actually made him more real for me. I didn't know how to explain it but it just did.

"You look like you're going to have a heart attack," Shane commented lying comfortable on the couch. It was then I noticed the TV was on, he was watching some football game, how predictable.

"I..." I trailed off as my eyes landed on the phone again.

"Are you on drugs?" Shane asked casually while chewing something. It sounded like chips... Like ruffles. I snapped my head towards him. For a moment, I completely forgot about Evan. Anger filled my veins when I spotted the ruffles bag on Shane's lap.

"Are you eating my ruffles?" I asked dangerously. Shane kept his eyes on the TV and got another chip in his mouth as a reply. I leaned over the couch and snatched the bag away from him.

"Hey!" He complained looking at me. I held the ruffles against my chest.

"This is not your house! Stop lazing around and eating my snacks," Shane stood up, his full height intimidated me. I took a step backwards.

"You shouldn't bother a man when he's watching a football game," his tone held a bit of threat. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You shouldn't eat a girl's snack," I retorted "it's dangerous,"

"Really?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Yeah, really," I was having a hard time trying to maintain my strong pose. Shane was not only taller and stronger than me, he was also devilish. He had that bad boy look that girls always fell for. Luckily, I was not one of them. Shane kept walking towards me like a predator. I squeezed the bag in fear and heard the crunch of the chips. Oh my poor chips!

"Give me that," he ordered. I shook my head "Jones..." he sounded dangerous. My back hit the wall and I knew I was trapped.

"Stay back," he titled his head to the side. His full lips formed a smirk.

"I'm missing the game because of you; you better give me those chips back, Jones,"