Page 120 of Wrecking Us
I’m terrified of telling people I’m in love with my best friend.
But most ofall, I’m terrified he doesn’t love me the way I love him. That he doesn’t want the things I want with him…
“Text me tomorrow when you land in Athens, okay? I mean it.”
“I—”
Mandy’s smile is friendly and warm, and full of appreciation I probably don’t deserve, but…
It warms my heart nonetheless
She turns to look at me, half in the door.
“I mean it, Trey.” She narrows her gaze, her eyes glistening with drunken warmth. I give her a knowing smile back as the words stick to my tongue.
“Of course. I’ll text you tomorrow.”
And with that, she shuts the door, and I head to my room.
My phone buzzes away in my pocket, going off the whole way there. When I pull it out, I see I have several missed calls from Hudson.
Shit, I hope everything is okay.
I make my way into my penthouse. My eyes are heavy and I’m tired as shit, so I toss my phone on the bed and strip down to my underwear.
It’s damn near 3:00 am back in Minnesota.
I open my thread to see a bunch of group chat notifications and Hudson’s texts.
I hit the button to call him back but it goes to voicemail after two rings. I stare at my phone, frowning. I hit the button again. Goes to voicemail, this time after three rings.
I type out a text.
Me
Why aren’t you answering?
Panic swells in my chest as I stare at my phone… hereadthe text but he isn’t answering? What the hell?
I call again. Same damn thing.
Me
What is going on, Hudson? Why aren’t you answering my calls or my texts?
Another text pops up from the group chat, so I close out of this one to check it. I skim through the texts that stemmed from Alex sharing the photos he took of us and then an IG post that he put up. He’s always sharing those so we can like and comment onthem and hype him up. I don’t click on it or pay much attention to the texts at all. I can’t even focus.
A text comes through from Hudson, and I swipe out of the message so fast to get back to the other one.
Huds
I’ve been calling you for hours and you didn’t answer. It doesn’t feel very good to be ignored, does it?
“What the hell?”
Me
You know I’m working. I don’t understand????
