Call Me Crazy But At Least You Calling Novels & Stories

He said. " Hey, man! Where are you ? Arlene's here, already. " His voice was shouting from the other line. Brandon can hear the loud music from the background. " I'm on my way, man. " He answered and then pressed the end button. He didn't want to hear his annoying voice anymore that's why he ended the call. He's almost there, anyway. ¤¤¤¤¤

What I'm I gonna do? "What are you gonna do? At least you've been seeing that fine specimen for a long time, while I just got here. If anyone should be grumpy around here, its me." Its that annoying and nagging voice in my head again. "Who are you calling nagging and annoying? Speak for yourself midget." What the fuck? Okay I'm starting to think that I'm going crazy. "Starting to go crazy? Sweetheart, your seat on the crazy train had been reserved long before I got here."

If I wanted to win back my love, I would have to play this game safely. Brzzzz! I heard my phone buzz again. Why was dad calling again? I picked up my phone and looked at the number on the screen... It was an unknown number. Who could be calling now? It wasn't dad. Could it be the same Ciara? Oh never! I shouldn't fall into her trap, not me. After the buzz stopped it started again and again making me reconsider. I trusted my instincts more than anything and I felt I needed to answer the call which I did.

He hurriedly answered the call, indicating that the person calling was quite important. "What's up, Lucia? I'm sorry I kept you waiting," Kevin said. It shouldn't be hard to guess who was calling. Kevin's gestures and responses made it clear that he was referring to the beautiful woman. "Are you with Rasha? I didn't want to disturb you at a bad time," Lucia said in a low voice. Kevin chuckled, finding Lucia's attitude amusing. "Of course not. I don't want to take any calls in this situation when it comes to our plans," Kevin replied.

Pick up,pick up,I mutter,my head swimming with possibilities as I dial Anshu's number. I am going to have a panic attack. Shit. Deep breaths Sandy. "What the hell are you doing,not picking the call!",I snap at my best friend. "I'm in the labour room. Wassup?" "Wassup? Wassup? You stupid female." "Sandy? You okay?" "No",I screech. "Okay listen. Someone's calling for me. I think I need to go."

"Luke, why don't you have a good talk with your fiancee? After all, you're quite capable at work. It's a waste to lose your job like this." I smiled and shook my head before looking out the window. "No need. The world's so big. I want to see it." Mr. Babel's eyes were filled with more confusion as if he could not understand. "The workshops outside are nice, but ours isn't bad either. Things will get better." My smile widened.

-YOU CAN HAVE THE GIRL- I texted back. -HUH? NOT FUN- -STFU AND GET OFF MY DAMN PHONE- -EASY BOY. YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW, THAT I WANT YOU- -WELL, I REALLY DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU, OKAY?- -YOU WILL. SOON- -NO I WON'T- -REALLY?- What breed of crazy is this guy? He's totally sick in the head. I hissed and tossed my phone away. It beeped again. Twice.

With shaking hands, I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack—the one who had tried to bring me back many times before. My voice was hollow, but firm. "Dean… I'm ready to return. I'll come back to our pack."

I say, keeping my smile as wide and calm as someone that just finished a yoga session or some deep meditation. "Alright, you weirdo " she mutters loud a enough for me to hear which end my nice Serene moment, I glare at her and give her a shove for calling me a weirdo , I know my actions right now are enough to make me seem crazy ,scratch that they could even classify me as a mental asylum patient but you don't need to call me out on my crazy ,I am very much aware.

‎“What a weirdo…” ‎Who calls and says absolutely nothing? ‎I shake my head. Probably someone with nothing better to do. I didn’t even check the caller ID. ‎Curiosity nudges me, and I glance at it. ‎Unknown number. ‎Weird… that’s a first. ‎“Probably a prank call,” I mutter under my breath. ‎I stretch, letting out a long yawn. ‎“I’m so hungry…” ‎I barely ate because of Victor. My stomach growls in agreement.