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53. Jealousy calls
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2020-11-10 22:42:18Surprising myself, I picked up Thomas’s phone and hung up on my best friend. An ugly feeling I never had, took over my mind.
Was there an option she liked him, or he liked her? No, this was silly. I was a moron.
She was into girls. She never liked a single guy, I showed her as attractive.
Now though, it was too late to do anything, I couldn’t turn back the time and leave the phone ringing or even pick it up myself. I bet she was wondering why he hung up on her.
Damn, I am stupid sometimes.
I shot an apologetic look to the guy who was still singing a song for me on stage. He ignored my facial expression and winked at me. Maybe he thought I was emot
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