Warning: This chapter is quite sad. Also, sorry for the late update, I've had exams and didn't have time to write. Neither did I have inspiration. Anywho, next chapter will be the very last chapter! I hope you enjoy this and please vote / comment / add to library. Thank you (: - Jain
Freda's POV:
“Spring break was so boring. It’s like, thanks for the three days, but, didn’t really help us with studying.” I complained.
“Freda. Can we focus on the real issue here? What are we going to do about Mila?” Nate asked.
My face fell and I sighed, “I don’t really know. I feel like such an ass. I’ve been so caught up with Jayden that I haven’t been giving her an ounce of my time. And, she’s my best friend, Nate. She’s our best friend.”
“Yeah, I’ve acknowledged that a long time ago, Freda. I’ve been so busy with Beck-“ I interrupted him before he could continue.
“No, Nate, you haven’t been busy with Becka. You aren’t even dating her, remember? So. What are you really busy with?” I questioned, raising my eyebrow.
He ran a hand through his hair and leaned on his locker, “I don’t really know. I think I’ve been too busy hiding things from Mila. I’ve been acting shady because I’ve been trying to not be shady. Does that make sense?”
“No. Not at all. Why are you hiding from her in the first place?”
“Uh…I just found something in her drawer.”
“What is it?”
“Can’t tell you. Catch up later! Oh, and text me if Mila shows up, okay? Thanks, love you!” He shouted, already across the hall.
I rolled my eyes and sent a quick text to Mila saying,
Hey munchkins…missing you </3 Hope to see you in class! – Freda <3
I really hoped she was doing fine, but something at the back of my mind gave me a feeling that she wasn’t.
Nate’s POV
Mila hadn’t answered any of my calls in the last two hours. It was the last lesson of the day and I was supposed to meet up with Becka but I had to make sure that Mila was okay before that.
For the final time, I dialed her number and put the phone to my ear whilst tapping my foot.
“Uh..hello?” I heard a man’s voice at the other end of the line.
“Um, hey. Is Mila there?”
“Who is this?”
“It’s her best friend, Nate.”
“Oh! Nate! This is Mila’s dad, I’m sure you remember me?”
“Of course, sir.”
I knew Mila was visiting her dad but why did he have her phone?
“Ah, well Mila can’t contact you right now. Sorry, son.”
“May I know why?”
“Nate, Mila’s been in an accident. She hasn’t been conscious since and the doctor says she’s not giving signs that she will be anytime soon. I suggest you focus on whatever you’re busy with now and Mila will get back to you, hopefully, as soon as possible.”
Without waiting for my answer, he hung up. How the hell did he think that I could go back to whatever I was doing, now that I know this? I felt like the most terrible person ever. I was supposed to be the guy who Mila could rely on. I was supposed to be her rock like she was mine. But, I wasn’t.
