73: Wonder

Camilla I wondered why Drake was calling me. My father stood there, looking at me as my eyes were just nailed on my phone. He pointed at the buzzing device. Weakly, he said, "Someone's calling you." "I know someone's calling me," I responded, a little bit harsh. "Sorry about that. I was only reminding you..." "Well, thanks for the reminder, Dad. You can leave now." "Okay." He shrugged, and then he left. The phone kept buzzing, so I answered. Seriously, what did this man want? I was getting really irritated. Or it was probably the anger that was residing within me. "What now, Drake?" I asked the moment I had answered the phone call. "Camilla Harrison. How have you been doing?" He asked like he had forgotten how things were going between us at the moment. "I've been fine. Thank you. And don't call me again, okay? If you do that, you'll have to wait for eternity before someone picks up the phone." "The fact that you're telling me this right now says it all. You can't help it."