“It’s not that I don’t like Wesley,” my mom explained, “It’s just that she didn’t leave a good first impression.”
“Well what is that supposed to mean?!”
My mother opened her mouth to speak but was stopped by the phone ringing.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hey,” it was Nick, “Is Wes with you guys?”
“No, she left like half an hour ago to meet up with you guys.”
There was a pause.
“Uhh…well….she’s not here.”
“What?!” I exclaimed. “She has to be there, it would have taken her about five minutes to drive to the mall! Hold on let me try her cell phone. I’ll call you back.”
I hung up the phone and quickly dialed Wesley’s cell phone number. It rung one, two, three times…no answer.