Hello??

You had given Tate one of your old phones, just for him to try. Now he wouldn’t leave you alone. He’d text you every second of every day, he didn’t care if you were busy. He certainly wasn’t! He was a ghost.

Respond? Text me? My mom’s mad at me

There was a frown on his lips, his patience wearing thin. If you didn’t respond, he swore he would come and find you.

He was going to get your attention one way or another!

Don’t ignore me.