I stand outside of the airport, phone to my ear. My foot taps rapidly as the phone continues to ring. If this boy doesn’t answer his phone in the next minute, he's going to be missing a limb. Just as the thoughts of me using a butcher knife for the first time runs through my head, his voice projects from the speaker. "Lex," He breaths out. He sounds like he just ran a marathon. "You're lucky you answered. I was just thinking about separating your head from the rest of body." I begin to pace back and forth, making sure to watch my bags in the process. "Yeah, sorry. I was… busy." Suddenly, a groan leaves his lips and a feminine giggle follows suit. My blood begins to boil. He has got to be kidding me. "Busy doing what?"
