CHAPTER 143 : "If I Could Fly"

  If I Could Fly

  G A G E

  Later that night, I was just sitting inside my room doing nothing else but reaching Tate's phone. I'm so sure that they already landed in New York. I've been trying to call her, her phone's already ringing though, but she's just intentionally ending my calls and mostly not answering any of it. I've been rereading the messages for hours that I have been sending her since I realized that Kendall sent those photos to her.

  Me: I know I should have a good explanation for those photos. Please listen to me first, I didn't send those.

  Me: Tate please talk to me. I need you to hear me out. Hit me up when you land. Please.

  Me: Tate you have the right to be mad but please just let me explain. Please talk to me.

  Me: I know I begged for you to stay and I didn't something horrific but please just hear me out.

  Me: I wasn't the one who sent those photos, trust me. I swear to god. I didn't do that. Please Tate. Talk to me.

  Me: Tate. Please.