70 Envy of His Grandpa

The blaring ringtone of the mobile phone echoes in the pitch-black room, jolting Tristan Sinclair from his sleep. His eyes slowly opened, and a soft groan escaped his lips as he felt his entire body stiffen.

Last night had been restless, and he had only managed to sleep a few moments before the sun began to rise.

He tried to ignore the constant sound of the phone until it finally stopped. However, before he could return to the comfort of his bed, the phone rang again. 

"Damn it!" he sighed in frustration.

Only a few people possessed his private cell number, and none typically called him at such an early hour. He covered his head with a pillow, trying to sleep more, but something crossed his mind. 

"Maybe it's Bella!? It must be her..." A hopeful smile tugged at the corners of his lips as Bella's image danced in his mind.