Maverick and Her Ways (GirlxGirl)

That Was Really Rude

"Should we call Dani and ask if she's serious about... Uh, her assumptions about Dennis and Thomas?" I asked, eyeing the purple phone number on my arm.

"We don't have her number-"

I showed her my arm, and Nat gave me an odd look again.

"What?" I asked, pulling my arm back, my face hot with embarassment. "I asked for it..."

"Okay." She said, rolling her eyes. "Call her then."

"But-" I started, then freaked out. "Can you maybe, uh, call her?"

"Maverick, you have her number. Dani gave it to you. If you're so curious about Dennis and Thomas, then you do it yourself." She said, frowning. "Why are you obsessed over the idea of them being gay?" She asked again.

"I'm not!" Was my reply again.

"You are!"

"Fine!" I exclaimed, giving her my bowl of ice cream and held up my phone.

Natasha stared at me for a while and shrugged her shoulders. She continued to eat the ice cream, and occupied herself by watching the movie.

When I dialed Dani's number, I hesitated about pressing the call button. I felt anxious all of a sudden.

"Should I call her? What do you think?"

Natasha groaned in complaint while her mouth was full of ice cream, which sounded weird so I stared at her for a while, my phone in hand, confused to what she's trying to say.

Then, she suddenly snatched my phone and pressed the call button. She boredly handed the phone back to me.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" I exclaimed, suddenly panicking and hitting Natasha's arm.

"It's not a big deal, Mave. Gawd."

"It's freakin' Dani Dubois, Nat!" I pointed out.

"Exactly, it's freakin' Dani Dubois. We don't know her." She said. "Isn't that why you're calling her?"

"I'M NOT SURE!" I yelled. "WHICH IS WHY I HESITAT-"

"Hello...?"

My phone was on speaker.

"Oh." I said, my face turning red as I realized that the other person on the line probably heard me and Natasha yelling.

Natasha took my phone.

"Hello Dani? Mave wants to talk to you." She said, then handed me my phone back.

I glared at her and gave her a slap on the cheek. Not a hard slap, just a light slap to mean that I hated her at the moment. Of course she'd overreact and grip her cheek dearly.

I flipped her off.

"Maverick?" Dani called out from my phone.

I nervously held the phone on my ear and exited the living room.

"Hey." I breathed out, biting my lip and leaning on the wall of the hallway. I felt that my hands are suddenly sweaty, and I started to bite on my nails, a bad habit that I do when I'm nervous. I forced myself to stop the biting and took a deep breath instead.

"Hi." She said. "I thought someone got the wrong number."

"No, no, uh, it's me." I said.

"And Natasha." She said.

"Yeah... and her." I replied, blushing because I know that she heard me yelling earlier. I glared at the back of Natasha's head from the hallway, and like she sensed me doing so, Natasha turned her head and narrowed her eyes at me, then waved me off.