Bells:That’s disgusting.
Jace:It was blueberry. I regret nothing.
Bells:Jace.
Jace:What?
Bells:Eat something proper.
Jace:You worried about me, Bells?
Bells:I asked a simple question.
Jace:You’re deflecting.
Bells:You’re annoying.
Jace:Yet, you still sleep with me.
Three dots.
They disappear.
Then come back.
Bells:You are actually the worst.
Jace:And yet.
Bells:Don’t.
I lean back in my chair and glance around the cafeteria.
It’s chaos. Bodies packed everywhere, voices bouncing off the walls in a constant roar of noise that makes my head pound. Trays clattering, chairs scraping, someone laughing too loudly at a joke that probably wasn’t funny.
Tia has some poor freshman girl cornered near the vending machines, tearing into her for some unknown fucking reason. The girl’s face is red, eyes glassy, hands twisting together in front of her. She looks two seconds away from tears while Tia standsthere with her arms crossed, looking smug as hell. Her crew stands behind her in formation, backing her up without saying a word. Typical pack mentality bullshit.
I turn my attention back to my phone.
Jace:I have work tonight.
Bells:What time?
Jace:Five. Finish at ten if the world is kind.
Bells:The world is never kind :(
Jace:That was dark.
Bells:I’m sitting in a hospital, Jace. I can pick you up.
I stare at the screen, reading the words twice.
Jace:Bells, you’ll be exhausted. I can walk.
There is a pause.
Bells:I’ll pick you up when your shift ends.
