Chapter 53 - Scared sh*tless

Alexander’s POV I was shaking like a leaf with my phone in my hand, worried. "Do it!" Ghost mused. "You have nothing to lose!" "It's-" "No, it is!" Ghost cut me off. "Just phone the girl!" My heart was racing a thousand miles per hour, making me sweat under my collar—this felt worse than asking Emily to dance! "Should I take charge?" Ghost suggested. "N-no-no!" I muttered, trying to push my nerves aside. I took a long and deep breath, closing my eyes and forcing my racing heart to calm. "Feeling better?" Ghost asked, concerned. "Sure," I said, looking at the phone in my hand. I quickly dialed Mila's number, waiting for it to ring. "Mila's phone," a husky voice answered after the second ring. I paused, startled, to hear him answering the phone. What do I do now? "What's Mila's name again?" It was on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn't remember. I remember him coming from a neighborhood pack. "James?" Ghost asked. "No, it is not that!" I said. "Jeremy? James? Max?" Ghost said. "No.