Arabella picked up the phone and stared at it. No, that's not the right term. She stared it down. In her other hand, she held a scrap of paper. The paper had Chase's phone number on it. She bit her bottom lip, glanced at the paper one more time, and dialed the number.

It rang. Once.

Twice.

Three times. Right as she was about to hang up, there was a click.

"Hello?"

She bit back a sigh, and instead brought the phone back to her ear.

"Hi, it's Arabella."

"Oh, hey!" he sounded relieved.

"You sound relieved."

"Oh, I thought you might have been my ex."

"Oh."

It was silent for a few seconds.

"Do you want to, maybe, do something tonight?" Chase said. Arabella bit back a squeal.

This is why I broke up with Alex, she thought triumphantly.

"Yeah, I'd love to," she said.

Chase bit back a squeal. Or, whatever the manly version of a squeal is. He was excited.

"I'll pick you up at eight?"

"Yeah, definitely."

They talked for a while more, and eventually parted ways to get ready.

Chase was ready to start again. Arabella was ready to start over. And Alex was ready to get revenge.