Emma threw her phone in her dirty laundry bin and tossed herself on her bed, pulling a pillow over her head. "Dun wanna talk to you ever again," was the only muffled (hiccuped) response, although there was no one else to hear it.
...which didn't stop the ringing. At all.
Finally, after the third omgmodded call, Emma hauled herself up and rooted around until she found it in the pile of clothes. "What, Jack?" she asked, sounding exhausted. "I have a final in three hours."
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Date: 2011-12-16 08:06 pm (UTC)...which didn't stop the ringing. At all.
Finally, after the third
omgmoddedcall, Emma hauled herself up and rooted around until she found it in the pile of clothes. "What, Jack?" she asked, sounding exhausted. "I have a final in three hours."