Alexander’s POV
I was shaking like a leaf with my phone in my hand, worried.
"Do it!" Ghost mused. "You have nothing to lose!"
"It's-"
"No, it is!" Ghost cut me off. "Just phone the girl!"
My heart was racing a thousand miles per hour, making me sweat under my collar—this felt worse than asking Emily to dance!
"Should I take charge?" Ghost suggested.
"N-no-no!" I muttered, trying to push my nerves aside.
I took a long and deep breath, closing my eyes and forcing my racing heart to calm.
"Feeling better?" Ghost asked, concerned.
"Sure," I said, looking at the phone in my hand.
I quickly dialed Mila's number, waiting for it to ring.
"Mila's phone," a husky voice answered after the second ring.
I paused, startled, to hear him answering the phone.
What do I do now?
"What's Mila'
