... A party? Again? Hadn't he decided before that he was so very done with parties after what had happened last time?
But he could feel his heart crash over and over again in his chest--like an innocent cymbol abused by a child.
It would be nice if you did.
Someone out there, he didn't know who, hated him with an undying passion. But he gave into selfish thoughts.
His phone was out to text Mally as soon as he opened his locker, fingers feeling feather-light and not his own.
Is Yomi having another party any time soon? Please just say no.
The reply was almost instant and, in his anxiousness, he almost thought it was Kai again.
Hmm? Nothing that I've heard of, actually. Who told you this? It's not often that you're in any kind of loop to find out things like this first... I'm curious.
Oh. Nevermind. I don't know. Go away.
The cymbol in his chest stilled to a deafening silence--he felt his shoulders physically droop at the text. Well... he hadn't been excited or anything... Just... he took a deep breath and let it out with his eyes shut and face nearly inside of his locker. After another quick pause at his phone, he went to text Kai back, anxious as ever.
He stared at his phone, thumb hovering over the send button. No. He couldn't do this. Deleting the text, he tried four other drafts of the same version--all resulting with nothing cool and making him sound far too much like "OF COURSE I DO".
...
And that was the last thing he needed. He shoved his phone into his pocket and threw random papers and books and who-knew-what into his bag, mind completely focused on a reply that wouldn't push Kai away or make it sound like he was desperate.
Oh god... Desperate? Was that where he was right now...?!!
I haven't heard of any party, when is it?
Sent.
Yeah. He was definitely at this "desperate" place right about now.