Pissed Off

“ISLA! Apollo is calling!” Becca shouted.

She heard it but she can’t go out yet because her body was full of soap foam. She’s taking a bath for goodness’ sake.

“Please, answer it!” she shouted back.

“What?!” Becca exclaimed which makes her laugh. She bit her lower lip.

She didn’t answer back and waited for Becca’s complaint again but she heard nothing. She turned on the shower and rinse herself.

After she was done, she grabbed the bathrobe and went out of the bathroom.

“Did you answer it?” she asked when she saw Becca sitting on her bed.

Becca arched her brow. “Why would I?”

She heaved a deep sigh and went closer to her. She grabbed the dress that was placed on her bed.

“Don’t you worry that punk will call you—” Becca didn’t finish her words when her phone rang.

She walked towards the wooden table and picked up her phone. “I was in the bathroom when you called,” it’s the first thing she said.

“How’s your first day at school?” he asked. She sighed in relief when Apollo doesn’t sound ma