"shit" I cussed as I threw my keys on the glass table that was in the living room.
My head wasn't straight all through the ride and I needed to get my mind off what happened in school today. I was damn sure she hates me so bad right now but why the hell do I care if she hates me or not.
I slumped on the couch with my head facing the ceiling as I was staring at the art design on the ceiling. It wasn't helping to relay me at all.
My phone suddenly buzzed and I picked it with annoyance but my mind came down when I saw who the caller was.
"Devin?" I whispered before answering the call.
"Hey dude, what's up?" He greeted, it was definitely Devin with that smug voice of his.
"Fuck off Dude, where the hell have you been!" I yelled almost becoming excited to talk to him.
"If you wanted to know you would have called all this while" he said through the phone and I realized it was actually my fault for not calling.