Okay.
I dropped the phone beside me and stared at the ceiling, willing sleep to come. It was six p.m. on a Saturday, and boring as hell. So many students had left the dorms except for a few of us who probably had nowhere to go.
I didn’t know how long I had stayed like that when my phone buzzed. I frowned and picked it up.
Just okay? Are you mad at me or something?
Really, did she just ask this very obvious question?
My thumbs flew over the keyboard.
Yes, I'm angry that you bailed on me four times in two weeks and it hurts because I don't know if you are avoiding me or if I'm just overthinking everything and...
I stopped myself and put my phone down. Gosh, I was pissed. I needed to delete that text and start over. I sounded so embarrassingly vulnerable.
I picked my phone back up only to find out that it had already been sent.
No, no, no, oh my goodness, no way!
I quickly hit unsend. I hope she didn’t see it. Nooo! Oh my God.
I dropped my phone and crawled under my covers, feeling like an absolute mess. At this point, I needed to avoid her until I put my emotions in check and stopped spiralling like someone who lacked home training.
I still picked up my phone to check, but there was no response from her. This could only mean one thing.
I sighed in relief…. Thank you, Jesus, for coming through for me.
I smiled into my pillow, basking in the joy of the moment, when the shrill sound of my ringtone yanked me upright.
Huh, weird. Who was calling?
I picked my phone up, and as I stared at the screen, my heart somersaulted.
Marley.
Why was she calling me?
With trembling fingers, I swiped to answer.
“Hello?”
“Did you think I wouldn’t see your text?” Her voice was amused, laced with that familiar hint of mischief that made my whole chest cave in.
There was a catch. “I… what text?”
“The one where you went off about me bailing on you? The one you tried to unsend five seconds later?”
I wanted to die. Actually, die right there on my bed. Maybe spontaneous combustion was a real thing.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Kelechi.”
“Fine! Yes, okay, I sent it. But I unsent it immediately!”
She laughed, and somehow her laughter still made warmth spread through me despite the mortification.
“You know that little ‘unsent a message’ notification still shows up, right? And I saw the preview before you deleted it.”
