Novel & Cerita Call Me Crazy But At Least You Calling

Thіѕ ѕоrt оf dесерtіоn nееdѕ more thаn the ego boost оf tеllіng hіm off. Hе muѕt bе tеlераthіс mу phone rіngѕ аnd іt’ѕ hіm. Crаzу, fucked-up bastard, I wоndеr whаt lіnе hе’ѕ gоіng tо fееd mе now. “Blаkе.” “Cаrrіе, whеrе аrе уоu?” “I’m drіvіng. I nееd tо ask a rеаllу bіg fаvоr оf уоu.”

I just nodded my head there's no need to even talk when she's excited about something" Zzz zzz zzz I looked down at my phone to see a text from Cam Text Convo Cammy🙊: yo you getting ready or nah? Me: yeah we are we should be ready in a hour Cammy🙊: oh i forgot crazy is coming 😨😂 Me: 😐 stop talkin abt my girl like dat Cammy 🙊: im being honest.. Plus u aint deny it 😉 Me: shut up she not crazy.. just text me wen you get here 😒

Thіѕ ѕоrt оf dесерtіоn nееdѕ more thаn the ego boost оf tеllіng hіm off. Hе muѕt bе tеlераthіс mу phone rіngѕ аnd іt’ѕ hіm. Crаzу, fucked-up bastard, I wоndеr whаt lіnе hе’ѕ gоіng tо fееd mе now. “Blаkе.” “Cаrrіе, whеrе аrе уоu?” “I’m drіvіng. I nееd tо ask a rеаllу bіg fаvоr оf уоu.”

Ana removed the phone from the charging case. Ana sighed before answering the call and put it to her right ear. Only a few seconds later, a loud voice came from the other side. "YOU'RE CRAZY! YOU WANT TO DIE HUH!" ***

This is driving me crazy ~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~ “He literally called me a ghost” I complain to Dan

“Who’s calling this early?” ***

" FYI, it's Dave, not Mave! Where the fuck are you we're waiting at Stacey's house." "FYI, I don't give a fuck about your name; Dave or Mave you're still a dick thirsty bitch! And I will be there in a minute." "You slimy..." and there goes my finger pressing the end button to that call. 'You can be such a bitch sometimes,' my inner voice says. 'I know right' was my spicy reply.

“Don’t worry about it. Just get yourself something.” I watched her walk down the street, her pace slow but steady. Then an idea struck me, one I didn’t like but had no other choice. I dialed Marcus but it went to voicemail. I hung up, tried again and got the same result. On the third attempt, I gave in and left a message. “I… I need… I need to take you up on that offer,” I said, voice breaking despite my attempt to sound calm. “Please call me.” Two hours later, my phone buzzed with a text.

Call me when you feel guilty enough. I don’t think I will answer the call.

I shrugged looking at him. “Wow,” he nodded looking at me in the eyes, “You sure are delusional. I don’t want to call you crazy or anything but,’ he clicked his tongue looking down as if thinking before looking back up at me, “I say you are indeed crazy.” he added, looking me in the eye. “I’m not crazy,” I shouted and he raised an eyebrow at me and I gritted my teeth, “If this is how you want to play this then,” my phone rang and I paused, “Hold that thought, Turner.”