I awoke the next morning to my phone ringing. I grabbed it and pulled it towards my face, pushing the hair from in front of my eyes. 'Unknown Number' It read. I decided to answer anyway.
"Hello?" I said sleepily.
"Hey" The voice replied. "Did I wake you up?"
"Um yeah but don't worry about it. Who is this?" I asked.
"It's Hannah.. Sofia's friend.." The voice trailed off and I suddenly felt sick.
"Why are you ringing me?" I half shouted, sitting bolt upright.
"She doesn't know, please don't be mad at me. I just wanted to talk.." She began.
I laughed. "Talk? What the fuck about? Has she not done enough damage already? Fuck." I burst out uncontrollably. I could feel myself getting angrier.
"Harry please, It's not like that! She feels terrible and-" I snapped. "She feels terrible?" I laughed again, louder this time. "Whatever Hannah. I'm done. She can keep her minions and her mind games to herself. Have fun living your little, pathetic lives being the sluts you are." I hung up before she could reply. I was so angry. I lay back down and stared at the ceiling, breathing away the anger. 'She feels terrible...' it ran around in my head until I played back all the crap that had happened over the last few years. The stuff I'd left behind.
Sitting up I checked the time on my phone; 9:17am. "Ughh" I moaned and stood up, a stretch being forced over me. I walked into the kitchen and pulled a mug out of the cupboard placing it on the counter. 'World's best 18 year old!' It read across it. I smiled and flicked the kettle on. After I had made my cup of tea I walked over to my window and sat down, watching the busy working people rushing by. I opened my window and felt the cold November breeze hit my face. 'Don't let Sofia get to you' I thought to myself. 'Leave it all behind..'