"Why weren't you picking up?" he asked.
Oh no, is he angry at me? I wonder how many times he has been calling me. My phone has died, and maybe he thought I was purposely ignoring him because I was out with Jerome. I frowned at the thought if he thought I would be interested in Jerome.
"My phone died. I was about to text you when I got on the bus, but it just died on me. I'm sorry." I apologized.
"From now on, I want you to always answer my calls, because I get so damn worried about you." he said with a smile.
As we walked home, he asked me about my day with Jerome. I told him everything that we did and everything that I did that I thought would turn him off. When we got home, I immediately charged my phone, bathed, and changed into more comfortable clothing. I headed out to the kit
