Pete P.O.V
I pace in my room back and forth, nibbling on my lower lip. looking intensely at the shiny, deathly item sitting peacefully on my study table. I sigh looking at the sword trying to find a way to return it to Christian
'What a careless guy' I grumbled 'How can he forget it here? isn't he suppose to use it or something?'
I'm so confused right now. How am I supposed to return it to him? or is he gonna come back for it? should I wait? maybe he is just busy and forgot all about it?
"ahh" I groaned ruffling my hair in frustration
I felt my phone in my pocket and thought of calling him
'You don't have his number, you i***t' sassed my subconscious making me sigh even more
then I got a better idea. why not call someone who does! gosh Pete you're a genius.
looking through my phon
