March, 2005: Seattle, Washington
Jasper shifts and lowers his textbook a fraction of an inch to look at the cellphone - the ridiculous one that Alice got him with all the latest features and only half of them he knows how to work - that sits on the edge of the bed by his feet. His gaze narrows at helpless thing, willing it to ring. It doesn't.
He should have gone with her.
With an almost huff, he sits up, tossing the book he'd stopped reading a half an hour ago aside, and snatches the thing from the comforter.
Thank God for speed-dialing.
"Where are you?" he asks in a desperate, pitiful mutter before Alice can so much as breathe a greeting.
He should have gone with her.
With an almost huff, he sits up, tossing the book he'd stopped reading a half an hour ago aside, and snatches the thing from the comforter.
Thank God for speed-dialing.
"Where are you?" he asks in a desperate, pitiful mutter before Alice can so much as breathe a greeting.