The Call

Randy’s POV

I had been a coward to leave Nookie without an explanation as to why I was leaving and with one of her best friends to beat it all. It was all to much for me to deal with so I left her then went to find her and she had split.

Instead of looking for her I went back to Katalina and have been with her ever since. I think its time to talk to Nookie. The girl I truly love.

I picked up my cell and walked outside so Katalina couldn’t hear my conversation and dialed Nookie’s old cell number. Damn, I couldn’t believe it was still in service.

I stood against the cold bricks of the house and waited and waited and waited as the phone continued to ring. On the last ring, when I was about to hang up she picked up, her beautiful voice rining through the phone making me smile instantly. It was then I was positive, no matter what complications Katalina brought, I was meant to be with Nookie.

“Nookie. Please do not hang up.” I could feel the tension through the phone. I was not forgiven as I had hoped for.

Nookie’s POV

“How dare you call me you sneaky cheating son of a bitch?” I gripped my phone tightly ready to chuck it across my apartment. I can’t believe the stupid bastard had the guts to call me after a year. “What do you want, Randy?” I said through gritted teeth.

“I want you. I want to talk to you. I need to see you to explain how things got out of control so quickly.” I was already shaking my head. “No way, sucka’. You had your chance.”

“Please, Nookie.” I interrupted him. “Don’t you dare call me Nookie. YOU call me Natalie.” I clarified to him. I would not be called Nookie by the guy that gave me the nickname in the first place. Hell no. I wasn’t even going there with him.

“Fine, if that’s what you want, then I’ll call you Natalie. Just please let me come there and talk to you.” He was practically begging me. “Alr…wait, where’s your bitch?” I asked nowhere near politely. I was down right rude about it. I hated her and he knew it. What I wouldn’t do to have the chance to pound the whore’s face in for her!

He sighed. “She’s in the house. I’m outside.”

“Why the hell are you outside?” I know I was sounding nosey but at this point I could care less. If he wanted to talk to me then he would give me some answers about the slut before I agreed to it.

“Because I don’t want her to hear.” Fuck that. “Hell no, Randy. You know what go to hell. I don’t want to talk to you. Don’t call back.” I hung the phone up and slammed it onto the table. Why the fuck did he have to call? Now I was going to be in a bad mood all day. Unless….." I let my thoughts trail off as I pick up my guitar for the first time in months and sit down and start singing the song I wrote right after Randy and I split.