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Kat's pov

I had my phone in my lap as I thought of what to say to Noelle when I call her, but my mind was blank. Jordan sat across me, looking at me all that time. Usually, I do not think she would be considerate enough to sit across from me on the bed, then listen to how I feel not speaking to my best friend.

"Hey," She shouts, making my heart flip. I looked startled at first, then glared at her for giving me a heart attack.

"What are you doing? Why don't you dial her number?." I shook my head negatively, she sighed loudly and snatched my phone from me.

My eyes grew wide, "What are you doing?. Give it back! " I stretched my hand to her. She smirked and pressed the call button. I tried grabbing her, and she ran off the bed, raising her eyebrows at me.

The phone stopped ringing, and she tossed the phone over to me. I hesitantly placed it on my right ear. "Oh my God!. Kat, where have you been? Where the hell are you? I've been worried sick, I don't sleep anymore, I was so fucking wo