Someone needs to grow up

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 25

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑝...

Katherine

I couldn't sleep a wink the entire night. I was moody and tired.

The scar was back. He wanted me to deliver some message to some tricky guy and then grab something and drop it over at Thatcher's bar. But could I do it? No!

How the hell was I to leave?

The phone buzzed in my phone for the umpteenth time and I shook, knowing who the hell could call like that.

When I looked up, it was an unknown number. I picked it up, fingers gripping the phone ever so tightly.

"Is this funny Scar? You better pray I fucking don't find you at T's." I hissed out, anger dripping from me.

"Return the cell phone to my room, Now." And that was it.

I dropped the phone with a little gasp when I realized who it had been.

When I stood in front of his room, I dreaded to open the fucking door.

I called him Scar. He's going to know something about the guy and had Scar called him? Or fucking texted him, cause