Wrong Number

Wrong Number [22]

Leigh exited the shared bathroom and bounced over, flopping on Kylee's bed. "I need to go to the store and get some more makeup remover. You need anything?"

Kyle shook her head, ignoring her buzzing phone on her side table as she tried to focus on her psychology notes. Her hand tightened around her pen as the vibrations on the table rattled the phone. Her heart throbbed, but she scolded herself in reminder that Dennis was likely somewhere across the country, and their playful flirting didn't mean anything.

Leigh frowned at her friend's silence and leaned over her legs to peer at her phone as it buzzed yet again. "Hey it's that guy you've been texting. Why aren't you responding?"

Kylee shrugged, twisting her pen. "Studying."

"That's a load of crap and we both know it," Leigh countered, narrowing her eyes and forcing the other female to look at her. "You respond to him even in study groups. What's going on?"

Kylee squeezes the hand around her textbook, using the object to ground her and keep her from breaking down. "It's nothing. I'll respond later."

Leigh wasn't satisfied. "Ky."

Silence filtered through the room, save for the buzzing that reminded her she had texts.

Kylee eventually broke, and Leigh didn't go to the store. Instead, she held her friend as Kylee spilled out their conversation and now ridiculous she felt for feeling hurt. How stupid she thought she was for having these emotions over a guy she wasn't even sure lived within driving distance, and how unfair it was to him that she wanted to cry over his date.

Leigh didn't think any of this was stupid at all, but she would have this talk with Kylee when the next day came. For now, she held her friend as her emotions overwhelmed her, and Leigh reached over and turned off Kylee's phone.