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Sera:
Where are you?
And when are you planning to come back?
This is crazy, it’s been months. Just come back home already.
Bash!
I’ll just keep texting you until you answer. We both know who’s the more stubborn one out of the two of us.
Me.
In case you needed clarification.
I’m the stubborn one and I will not stop until you get back to me.
Three little dots are playing on the screen, signaling that she’s still typing, but before she can send another one of her threats, I quickly type back.
Me:
I’m alive, happy?
The typing on the other side stops. I watch the screen for a moment longer, and just when I think my message might have satisfied her, my screen lights up with an incoming call.
“So much for that,” I mutter, looking up just as the T.A. turns her back on the class as she goes to the whiteboard.
Making a split-second decision, I grab my things, sliding them into the backpack that I throw over my shoulder. I slip out of the room as quietly and imperceptibly as I entered, bringing my phone to my ear only once the door is firmly shut behind me.
“Good. I was about to hang up only to call again now that I know that your phone is actually working, and you haven’t been left for dead in some ditch or something.”
Left in a ditch?
“Dramatic much, Sera?”
“I’m being dramatic? Who’s the one who up and left without so much as saying goodbye, only to avoid my calls and messages for weeks on end?”
I wince at her accusation, the guilt making my stomach tighten as if I needed more reasons to feel bad than I was already dealing with. Not that I would actually let her see it. There were some things a guy never let his best friend, his bestgirl-friend see, and that is guilt. She’d never let me live it down.
“Worried about me?”
“You can only wish,” she huffs. “Did somebody knock some sense into that thick skull of yours, and you finally decided to come back?”
I rub the back of my neck, tugging at the beanie covering my head. “Not exactly.”
Just then, the classroom doors burst open, and students stream into the hallway, chatting animatedly. I duck my head, avoiding anybody’s gaze.
So far, I’ve managed to stay under the radar. And although I had a suspicion that it wouldn’t last for long, I planned to prolong this for as long as possible. It felt nice to be just… Normal, I guess?
How fucked up was it that I was twenty-three and didn’t know what normal felt like? First, I was the son of a music rock legend, and one of the most vicious managers in L.A., and then I became a musician in my own right, neither of which left much room for normalcy.
“Not exactly?” I don’t miss the note of exasperation in her voice. “What the fuck does that mean, Bash? Even better, where the hell are you? I thought you were in hiding.”
“I am in hiding.”
“It doesn’t sound like it on the other side of the line. Seriously, where are you?”
I could try to avoid her questions, but I knew better than most how futile it was. Once Seraphina got her mind set on something, nothing would get in the way of her getting the answers she was seeking.
