Comfortless Rush

Disconnected

*Bella's POV*

I stared down at my phone in utter horror, willing myself not to just crawl under my blankets and die.

"Just call him back," Damien urged, obviously annoyed. "I'm sure he'll understand just fine."

I sighed and pressed the green button that stared mockingly up at me. I'd been so busy screaming my head off at my obnoxious brother I hadn't heard it ring until it was too late. The irritating asshole laughed as I raced to the device to find I had missed the call. It wasn't such a big deal until I noticed the name in teeny tiny letters across the a screen...Zac.

Immediately I screamed, falling to the floor from lack of oxygen. I'd been waiting for two days for him to contact me and the moment he does I'm distracted by Adam of all people! In a rage I'd rang Damien and now we both sat on my fluffy pink bed as I returned the call.

Damien gave my shaking hands a disapproving look while I waited for an answer. He finally picked up on the third ring. "Bella! Hey, what's up?"

Sensing his excitement, I blushed and looked away from my best friend's taunting eyes. "Hi, I'm sorry I didn't answer before. I was kinda..busy..with my brother. " I sounded so lame.

"Don't apologize," he laughed. "It's fine. I was just wondering if you guys would wanna hit up a party with us. Its a bit over an hour away so if you want you could ride with me and Ryan."

My heart stopped and I looked to Damien who was nodding frantically. "Yeah! I mean! Sure...that sounds alright." I groaned, feeling more and more ashamed by the second.

"Cool," Zac replied, a hint of laughter visible in his voice. It took every inch of my self control not to hurl myself outta the window. I barely managed to tell him my address without having a heart attack. "We'll be there in say an hour, it doesn't start til eight. Bye Bella."

"Bye," I said casually and hung up. Damien and I just looked at each other, stunned, before I slammed my face into my pillow and screamed like a two year old.

After a few seconds I was pried from the warm bed and dragged into my deep intimidating closet. "Oh god," I groaned, peeking into what lied beyond the doors. "How will I find something to wear inside of this jungle?" It was more disorganized than the inside of Taylor Caniff's mind.

"It isn't that bad," Damien said, observing the mess with weary eyes. "Plus Zac'll like you either way so."

"What?" I looked at him, dubiously. A dangerously hot international rockstar dating a plain schoolgirl with one friend (who's awesome) and more family issues than the Kardashians? Yeah right. Still Damien grinned at me knowingly and proceeded to dig through my dog house of a closet. With one more suspicious glare I headed to the bathroom. "I'm taking a shower!" I told him and shut the door. I heard his muffled reply of have fun before turning the water to the right temperature. After what felt like ten minutes, Damien's loud banging brought me out of the dazed fog only a shower could of cause. "Hurry up we don't have enough time for you to play around in there!" He yelled before stomping off, clearly exaggerating his footsteps.

I grinned, stepping out from under the spray. Wrapped in a long towel I entered to my bright bedroom with heaps of clothes covering the floor and one outfit displayed neatly on the bed. He'd picked out black high waisted skinny jeans, a loose white cropped shirt, and a pair of black boots.

"You should wear this around your waist, it'll look better." He advised, tossed something else onto the pile. The flannel must have belonged to him since i didn't recognize it at all. It was a black and dark red or burgundy color. This wasn't a look I usually went for but it was pretty genius none the less.