Twenty Three

“Isaac? Wake up.”

I groan and press my face into the pillow, ignoring Jared’s wake up call. Just five more minutes…

“You have seven missed calls. Two from Terry and five from him.”

I sit up so fast that my head spins for a moment. Then I look around dazed, seeking my phone. Jared shoves it in my hand.

My stomach sinks as I check the call log. He is right. I have two missed calls from Terry and five from Ben. I look at the time. Six twenty two. Fuck. We were supposed to be on the road by five thirty. I don’t think I have a job anymore.

There’s also a bunch of messages, all from Ben.

‘Where are you?’

‘We are leaving in twenty.’

‘Did you quit?’

‘Seriously, Isaac. The bus is gonna leave without you.’

‘Terry’s mad. Call me.’

‘We just left.’

‘Is this because of the other night? Let’s talk. You don’t have to quit. I’m sorry for being an asshole. Answer my calls, please.’

An incoming call from Ben takes over the screen. My phone is on silent mode, no wonder I missed that many calls.

I clim