Me:
Are you okay?
Me:
For the love of God, Hayden, just answer me.
Me:
I miss you.
Nothing. No cocky comments. No Firefly.
And it’s driving me fucking insane.
By lunch, my anxiety sits so heavy in my chest I can barely breathe. I wish Bianca was here with me. She graduated last year, so I’m stuck in this place with no one, but I take out my phone and text her anyway.
Me:
He still won’t answer me.
Bestie:
Ah… dickmatized distress.
Me:
What the fuck. That is not a real thing.
Bestie:
Neither is your self respect around that man.
Me:
Shut up.
Bestie:
Never.
Me:
How's Stone?
Bestie:
Nope, not doing this through text. Receipts last forever.
Me:
Later then. I have burning questions.
Bestie:
Let it burn, baby. I’ll scoop you from school.
Me:
