Chapter 18: Abused (Wabara’s POV)
After freshening up and eating, I grabbed my phone, trying to think of someone to call and hang out with. I called Caleb and he answered briefly, only to tell me he was at the skate park with some guys who he skates with. Then I texted Ryan who is captain of the basketball team but he was out with the team. He invited me but I didn’t want to go so I said no thanks.
I stared at Bourbon who was digging my stomach over my shirt. I don’t know why he’s trying to dig a hole in me today, but he is. “Bourbon.”
He stopped abruptly and looked at me in confusion.
“Indie?” I asked.
He blinked, tilting his head to one side. He’s so lost.
“Indigo?” I swear he smiled and then continued digging me up. I chuckled and dialed her number. It was nearly one in the afternoon, she only left a few hours ago. And if I’m lucky, she’ll be back here right now.
She didn’t answer though so I frowned and dialed once more but she didn’t answer, so I dropped her a text.
Indigo, answer the phone.
Still nothing.
Indigo.
Nope. Why is she ignoring me though?
It’s an emergency.
The phone screen lit up instantly with her name flashing. I answered it quickly, putting it to my ear.
“What happened?” she asked, sounding extremely worried.
“I’m bored,” I sighed, staring at the ceiling.
She huffed, “I’m hanging up.”
“Indie,” I whined.
“What?”
“I’m horny.”
“Use your hand.”
“That doesn’t seem right. Come over,” I said.
“Wabara, I started my period today.”
Fuck me. Such impeccable timing. “Still. Come over.”
“For what? I’m not doing anything else with you.”
“So no head?”
“Kneeling is degrading, sweetheart. I don’t kneel for boys, they kneel for me.” She sounded hot over the phone as she said that.
I stared at the ceiling. “Indigo, come over.”
“No.”
“Indie.”
“No,” she sang.
“Then I’m coming to you.”
“Wabara.”
“See you in five, bye.” I hung up quickly and put my phone on airplane mode so she couldn’t call me. I decided to take Bourbon with me. I hooked his leash on and then we left. I got to her apartment building and then snuck in behind a resident. I don’t even know what floor she stays on though.
“Wait, wait, wait, Tim!” The elevator doors opened back up as the guy beside me held the doors open. And then Moretz slipped through with a bag full of art supplies. “Thanks,” she smiled at the guy and then froze, her eyes meeting mine. “Griffin.”
“Huh?” I frowned.
She blinked, snapping out of it. “Griffin. Wabara Griffin.”
I saluted her with two fingers. “Your roommate wasn’t coming over so I decided to grace her with my presence,” I smiled.