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𝗧𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗗𝗔𝗬, 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝙥𝙢. :: 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿📍𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗺
You're sitting on your bed, phone in your hand as your thumb hovers over Jean's name in your contacts. It overall felt odd seeing his name there and having his number again after many years.
"Just for the project." You kept telling yourself, but yet the fear and anxiety was still bubbling inside of you. You nibbled your lip as you hear a knock on your door, making you slightly jump and hiss, throwing your phone across the bed.
Sasha, your roomate, opens the door. "Hey n/n." She smiles, coming over to you and sitting on the bed. "Whats up? I havent seen you in a minute" She asks.
"Yeah, nothing much. Im just busy with alot of work, you know the vibe." You chuckle lightly, trying not to seem tense. Her eyes soften as she sees right through you, nibbling her lip.
"Look, I know about Jean and—"
You nod. "Mhm. Its weird. I wasn't expecting to see him." You reply, sighing. You and Sasha had got close freshman year, after rooming together and since you guys have stuck together like glue.
Sasha, Jean and Connie have been a trio all throughout your high school years though Sasha went to a different school you knew of her and had spoken to her a few times. "He wants to speak to you, you know. He just doesn't know how.."
You shrug your shoulders,"I don't know..Sorry Sash, i dont really want to talk about it." She lets out a little sigh of disappointment from the fact that you've changed the subject. "It's okay." She replied, nodding in understanding.
"I just came to check in." She adds, grabbing a pillow that was on your bed and hugging it. "You good?" She asks and you nod. "Yeah, im good, honest." You grin and she nods.
"Alright. I'm gonna get some work done real quick. Love you babe." She gets up from your bed and lets go of the pillow, pulling you into a quick hug.
"Love you too." You smile, and she makes her way out of your room and to hers. You flop onto your bed now, laying on your back as you stare at the ceiling for a moment and then you glance at your phone which was laying beside you. Your grades first, they meant the most to you and that's what you should be focused on. Nothing else, no strings attached. Get this work done and go ghost on him.
You grab your phone, pressing into his contact and beginning to type.
Jean
You hey You free sometime this week? so we can work on the project
