It Started With A Wrong Number ✯

23. Jealousy

Guardian: Skye ran out

Salvatore: Wht u men??!!

Guardian: What do YOU mean with that spelling?

Salvatore: Im rshng k

Guardian: Not an excuse

Salvatore: Fine, grammar nazi

Guardian: uh huh

Hot Lesbian: Guys, more important issue

Salvatore: Right, babe, what do you mean by "Skye ran out?"

Salvatore: Wait

Salvatore: I'm making one of those calls with more than one person hold on

Bee: Conference calls I think

When my phone vibrates with a call from Damon, I hesitate then accept the call, not saying anything. I'm not going to let them here my tears voice. God, why did I run like that? It was such an overreaction, and now I have my friends worried.

"Skye?" Bianca's voice asks worriedly. "What happened?"

I don't answer, letting the silence go on.

"I... it's my fault," Aaron says guiltily. "Skye, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to yell. And I didn't mean what I said... I just..." He sighs, trailing off. "I tell you later, in person."

"What did you do, Mitchell?!" Damon shouts, making me take my phone a few inches away from my ear. "I swear to Satan, I will end you if you hurt him!"

"It's alright, Damon, I'm fine," I say softly.

"Bullshit," Harper replies instantly. "Now where are you?"

I don't say anything, I just continue walking, snow crunching under foot.

"Skye," Damon says sternly, worriedly. "I can and will come after you, I swear. Where are you? Are you at least warm?"

As he starts rambling, I hear Aaron sigh and whisper, "I'm sorry."

"I know," I breathe softly the words coming out before my mind can process them.

"Cute," Harper comments. "Now really, where are you Skye? And you, Aaron, you can't just go missing either. Please, just tell us, Damon won't shut up."

I smile softly, listening to Damon's rambles.

"—mean it Skye, I really do, I will call Dad and Jer and tell them and then we can start a manhunt searching for you. You can't get into trouble without me, I won't allow it."

"Damon," I say, cutting him off. "I'm fine, really, I just... want some time alone."

I hang up before he can reply, putting my phone in my pocket and coming to a stop, looking out at the river.

I shouldn't have run, but... the memories. I just... got scared and panicked.

I wince as my mind looks back, replaying what happened.

"Aaron, can I talk to you?"

He turned to look at me, expression curious but suspicious. "Sure."

I pulled him away to the bathroom, which was thankfully empty.

"I'm still worried about you," I said. "You're not acting like the you I know. Well, know so far. You been cold towards Harper, and a little distant with me. What's wrong?"

Aaron scowled, avoiding my eyes. "Can you just drop it? It's no big deal, it's fine."

"I don't think it is," I replied. "Aaron, if we want to make this work, we need to trust each other."