Desiree’s POV

My phone rings, and it's Enrique. I'm not sure why he's calling me now.

"Hello, Enrique, what's up?" I say when I pick up the phone.

"Hey, where are you? I've been standing outside your house for the past half hour." He uttered with a calm voice.

"Oh, I'm on my way to my house; please wait for me." I remarked this while looking at Alexander, who was busy driving.

“Okay, I am going to wait for you.”

“Okay…” I said as I ended the call.

Alexander isn't paying attention to me right now, but I'm glad he's driving me home. I chewed my bottom lip, trying to...