to tap her right foot on the floor. “Where did you sleep? You know—“
“At a friends from high school,” I say quietly, just hoping that she doesn’t ask me which friends place it actually was.
“You should have called or messaged or something!” she admonishes me. When I glance down to the note, I see Brandon’s name at the bottom. Confused, I look back to my sister and she gives me a small, sympathetic smile. “He told me you guys had a fight. Are you okay?” Her voice is softer now as she walks over to stand in front of me.
“Brandon was here?” I try to hide my surprise from my voice, but I fail. “When?”
She shakes her head and a wider smile spreads over her lips, “From around midnight until three this morning. I honestly thought he’d never leave. Listen, I know how important last night was for you, Holly. I’m sorry.” She gives my arm a slight squeeze before wrapping hers around my shoulders. “He didn’t know what you had planned at all, did he?”
“No … um, no. He didn’t … Rach, can we do this later? I’m exhausted.”
“Just do me one small favor?” she raises her eyebrows at me as she asks. “Call him.” She smiles again and I wait for her to walk out of my room before unfolding the piece of paper.
Holly,
I’ve tried calling you like a million times and sent a few messages but your cells switched off.
Look, I’m sorry. I know you’re upset but can you call me or something? I’ve been going out of my mind over here. I just wanna know that you’re okay. That we’re okay.
I hate how we left things.
I miss you.
Brandon
XXXX
I pick up my purse and take my cell phone out. It takes a couple of seconds after I’ve switched it on to load, but when it does, I’m inundated with missed calls and messages. All are from Brandon, except for a couple from Rachael.
The calls started at six thirty and ended at three thirty this morning. The messages, all fourteen of them, were sent over the course of the night.
6:30: We have a break in rehearsals. Call me. X
6:44: Alright, breaks over. I’ll call you on the next one. X
8:00: Holly, are you getting these? We’re just going up. X
9:30: We’re halfway through the set and have a ten minute break. Call me. Please? X
9:32: Holl’s, I know you’re upset but can you at least answer your cell? X
9:44: Time to play again. I’ll call you when we’re done. X
11.01: We did it Holl’s! The wait is finally over. We got offered a regular weekend slot! X
11:11 I just called Rye and he said you already left the movie theatre. Can you just pick up your phone? X
11:19: I get it. You’re mad. Talk to be, baby. Please? X
11.34: I’m getting Corey to drop me by your place on our way home. X
11:37: Holly, this is ridiculous. Will you quit ignoring me?
12:04: I’m in your room and Rachael’s going nuts. Where are you anyways?
12:19: Holly I’m getting worried.
01:37: WILL YOU ANSWER YOUR FUCKING CELL?
But, N eil said that Brandon was going to a party right after the gig. And, how did he have the time to send me all of those messages during his breaks when he was outside with—?
Oh God.
He wasn’t. He didn’t.
My cell phone sounds and I see Neil’s name displaying on the screen. My hands are beginning to shake when the realization finally starts to sink in.
“You lied,” m y voice is nothing but a whisper as I hold my cell up to my ear. “Brandon. Brandon didn’t—” I hear him chuckle deeply down the phone and close my eyes. “When Brandon finds out what you did, he’s going to—“
“Holly, Holly, Holly …” h is sickly sweet voice is making me want to hurl. “Take a moment to think about this, will you? When he finds out what you did, not me. You. You’re his girlfriend. You cheated on him . You really think that he’s gonna to be so forgiving and want to touch you after you seduced one of his best friends?”
“B-B-But, you tricked me! Why? Why
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