Oliver | | Caleb

*I n c o m i n g C a l l*

* Stella.*

Uh, with my girlfriend. Which by the way, is none of your business, woman.

Excused.

You've dialled the wrong number, miss.

Wait! How the hell do you know my name?

That's not true! How can you-

Hey! That's my girl you're talking about.

He's not here.

How would you know?

Oh.

Geez. Fine. Sorry dude, you got busted.

You're of no fucking use.

I'm your goddamn best friend who has saved your ass-

Give me a break, Cal.

You're as sour as her. Deserve each other.

Shut the door when you go out.

Fine, grumpy.

Hello?

Alright. So?

Yes.

....................

Fuck you.

Worse time of my life.

Why have you called me, Stella?

You can't just do this.

Be with another guy and call me.

You go out dressed like a fucking diva to a posh restaurant, and then you expect me to be okay with it? I'm not.

Look, it's okay. You can see other guys, I don't really care, I just thought... fuck it.

Stella, I really can't talk to you...I've to go.

What now?

What?

You didn't... say anything.

Right. Sorry.

Will make-up sex make it better?

On what?

What if I tell you I'm outside.

Come out, baby.

*C a l l E n d e d. *

"Hey sweetheart."