Chapter 29: Crashed (Indie’s POV)
I dragged myself out of bed and got ready for classes. I had four classes today. Four. I was tempted to just keep my pajamas on and go. But I changed into some joggers and blindly reached for a shirt. And what do you know, it’s his.
I groaned and put it away. I grabbed a black tank top and pulled that on. I put my hair back in a low ponytail because I didn’t have the effort to do anything else with it, I’m surprised I could even brush it. I pulled on my converse, grabbed my bag, phone, keys, and then I left.
“Indie!” Moretz called out from behind me. I turned around from the front door and looked at her. “Take something to eat.”
I shook my head. She gave me a stern look and I sighed. “I’ll get some tea from Candy’s on the way.”
“Fine,” she agreed.
“Why are you awake already? You don’t have a class for another two hours,” I frowned in confusion.
“Um, I haven’t slept yet.”
“What the hell were you doing? Was it the project?”
“No,” she mumbled.
I watched her carefully until it clicked in my head. “Were you on the phone with someone?” My eyes widened.
She didn’t answer me.
“Was it Caleb? It was, wasn’t it?”
“Bye, Indie,” she sang, pushing me out the door.
I chuckled and walked to the elevator. It was Caleb, wasn’t it? Good, I’m happy for her. It’s painfully obvious that he likes her, she likes him too. It’s a perfect match.
I stepped out of the elevator when I reached the lobby and then I left, heading to Candy’s. I got there and pushed the door open, feeling glad that Wabara was nowhere in sight. I stood in line and opened my bag to take out my wallet. I sighed in frustration when I came up empty-handed. I forgot my wallet, are you fucking kidding me? I clicked my tongue and thought it would be best if I just left.
“Next!”
I looked up, blinking in surprise when I saw Callum.
“Hi, what can I get you?” he grinned.
“Uh, nothing.”
He frowned.
“I forgot my wallet,” I chuckled awkwardly. “Maybe next time.” How many times will I have to see him in this awkward situation where he gives me his number and I don’t call? I just hope he doesn’t ask me about it.
“On the house, don’t worry,” he smiled.
“Huh?” I blinked twice.
“Shh,” he smirked. “What can I get you?” he asked.
I hesitated, looking around the place. I feel kind of bad.
“You can pay for it later.”
“Oh, that’s fine then.”
“With a date,” he smiled.
“A date,” I said slowly.
“If you want. I’ll prepare your drink until then, hmm?” He didn’t wait for my answer and started making my drink himself. He came back to me with it, grabbing a straw and handing the cup to me. “Here you go. How about that date?”
“I’ll call you. How about that?” I chuckled.
“I hope you actually call me this time then.”
“I saved your number, I swear,” I smiled sheepishly, stepping out of line.