"Whatever." She thought as she carelessly tossed her phone on her bed. It was close to midnight and she had to be up early to go to school. As she was putting her stuff together it became more and more apparent that the phone wasn't going to ring. She didn't get it. He always called. That's what they did. Talk, get into an argument, fight then hang up and he'd call back, apologizing. That night as she crawled into bed she didn't put her phone on silence. When she woke up the next morning still nothing. As she drove to school she thought more and more about it but she couldn't call him, she couldn't let him know that she actually cared whether he was talking to her or not. School ended. She went out to her car; she hesitated for a moment before she looked at her phone. One missed call and one new voicemail.