Page 130 of Jake Forever
But then again, I had no stuff, or at least, not enough stuff to matter. Probably, I could throw everything I owned in one big suitcase and walk out with very little trouble.
Should I?
Maybe that's what Jake wanted me to do, move out to save him the trouble of throwing me out. I didn't want to think that, but maybe I'd be foolish not to.
I glanced down at my phone, praying for it to ring.
It didn't.
Had Jake even gotten my message? And if he had, why wasn't he calling me back?
I was so lost in my thoughts that it took me a moment to catch Anthony's next words. "Oh, by the way, Jake called."
Jolted back to reality, I said, "What? When?"
"Around four."
"Fivehours ago? Why didn't you say something?"
"Hey, don't be pissed," he said. "It's not like we could call you."
Through gritted teeth, I reminded him, "Only because you had my phone."
Anthony nodded. "Exactly."
"But why didn't you tell me in person?"
"I did. Just now."
Why was I wasting my time arguing about this? Jake had actually called. That was good news. Right?
I mean, he wasn't calling to tell me to pack my bags. Was he?
I leaned forward to ask, "What did he say?"
Anthony reached into his pocket and pulled out a wadded napkin. He tossed it in my direction and said, "He said he doesn't have his phone, left it in his car or something. Wanted you to call him at that number."
"So you talked to him?"
"Nah," Anthony said. "He left a message."
Confused, I looked down to my phone. "But therewereno messages. I checked."
"Right," Anthony said, "because I got them for you." He reached for another slice of pizza. "There was this other one from your dentist, says you're due for a cleaning or something."
Right now, I didn't care one bit about dental work. All I cared about was Jake.
I was dying to call him back, like now. But my brothers were still eating. I didn't want to bethatgirl, the one who ditched her dinner companions to jump the instant a guy called.
But this wasn't just any guy. It was Jake. And we'd parted on such awful terms.
Trying to be subtle, I picked up my phone and checked the time. Mentally, I added a half-hour to eat, an hour to visit, and then what? It was a Saturday night. What if they wanted to watch a movie or something?
Maybe I could Jake give a quick call, and arrange to talk later?
Steve's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Just call him. We don't care."
I perked up. "You sure? You won't be insulted or anything?"
