Page 93 of Moonstruck at Midnight
Caleb’s prying gaze felt like a wave of hazel crashing on my back. He obviously didn’t know I slept there alone. He was probably thinking the worst. I hoped he knew to expect better from me.
Stop caring about Caleb’s opinion!
“If me waking up at noon didn’t say enough, I don’t know what will. And the view is something else,” I added.
Let Caleb believe whatever he wants to believe.
“Glad you enjoyed it. Do you need any help to set up your phone?” Honestly, I did. Perhaps switching to tech talk would be a better type of car conversation than William’s innuendos.
I asked him if he could help me download the Blackberry Messenger app for iPhone. I needed it because of the different group chats I had in there. He helped me download the app, among others he swore I had to have. He was obviously a devout iPhone user.
“Now, there’s one more thing left to do.” He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, typed something, and then my phone buzzed. An iMessage came through:
W.S.:New phone, not blocked.
Me:Ugh.
W.S.:Fresh start?
Me:Maybe.
W.S.:You’re a tough nut to crack.
Me:You have no idea.
W.S.:I think I do.
Me:Thanks for the phone. I still feel weird accepting it.
W.S.:Relax. I’ll find a way to make you pay for it.
Me:I’m sure you will.
I chuckled, which was weird since we weren’t talking out loud. It was evident that William and I were having a conversation through the phone.
W.S.:You could start by taking your third and last guess.
Me:Nah, I’m good. I think I’m gonna have to REALLY think about it. It could take weeks or months for me to decide. There’s a car at stake.
W.S.:You’re funny.
Me:I didn’t hear you laughing.
William turned to look at me, nudged my shoulder with his as a sign of protest, and kept typing.
W.S.:I was being sarcastic. Months? Really?
I typed my reply, but William’s phone rang. He sent it to voicemail. “Go on,” he prompted. He seemed curious about what my next reply was going to be. He seemed to be enjoying our texts. It was fun. But his phone interrupted us again.
The person trying to get a hold of him was very insistent, and William was not turning off his phone because I’m sure he wanted to keep texting me. The fastest way to deal with that call was to answer it, and he did.
“What’s up? …I’m busy at the moment…No…I don’t know anything about that…You know that’s almost three months away, right?…Have, what’s her name…Ellie,right.Have her talk to Alice about it in a couple of months…Because I couldn’t care less, that’s why…Erin,you need to relax,and you need to stop calling me…No…I need to go.”
Erin.
I wanted to know why they kept in touch if William couldn’t stand her. At least he didn’t seem too enthusiastic about talking to her. It felt like an annoying business call to me.
W.S.:Sorry about that.
