ONE HUNDRED AND THREE.

Nic picks up my phone and waves it in front of me with a racy demeanour taking over her.

I pluck my phone out of her grasp and I stare at it.

“I'll send him a text.” I looked up to meet her gaze.

She gasps with a look of objection sketched across her face.

“That's a hard… no!” She snorts. “And I know full well that you are not that stupid to honestly go through with it and send him a: Can we meet? We seriously need to talk.” She holds up a finger with every word that leaves her lips. “A text that consists of eight bloody words. You are better than that, and he deserves better.” She arches a perfectly shaped brow as she finishes scolding me.

“Okay,” I respond with a shake of my head. “You are taking this way too seriously.”

I groan, unlocking my phone, and then I scroll down my contacts list until I come across the nickname, I so graciously gave him.

~Arrogant Jerk~

My thumb Hoover's over the call icon and I nibble on my bottom lip as I begin to feel agitated.

“What if-”