fan behavior, aaron z.

T H I R T Y - O N E .

"you said you wanted to talk, so talk." the words that left your mouth were a bit harsh, watching as the man in front of you slightly flinched. he sat on the other side of the small booth, hands finding whatever they could to fidget with.

"ah, so um... i just want to start off by apologizing." z started off, awkwardly looking around the room. the actin made you think back, remembering what robaire had said about z being shy and not that expressive.

the boy was nervous. it was obvious by the way small sweat droplets rolled down his face, an anxious expression being worn. you stared at the dreadhead, fingers drumming along the wooden table beneath you as you waited.

"i shouldn't have taken any of my anger out on you, and i definitely shouldn't have been messy and involved myself in the drama with you and yuna." you nodded, acknowledging his apology.

"and to be honest, i was jealous. i thought our friendship was going fine, and then all of a sudden you got mad at me and blocked me. after that i saw how friendly you were with tae... and yea, i was kinda upset."

sighing, you shook your head. you could understand where he was coming from, but him siding with yuna during the whole situation still had you pissed. but being the kind person you are, you decided to move on, it being in the past and all.

"i accept your apology, but i really got no clue as to what you're saying. i blocked you? after that conversation we had, i never heard from you again."

the look of confusion on his face made you even more demented. if you hadn't even talked to z that day, then who was it that he was talking to?

"here, let me show you." he instantly pulled out the cellular device, tapping a couple times before promptly shoving the screen in front of your face. you read the contents that were displayed, brows furrowed deeply as the words in front of you registered in your brain.

"what the fuck? this ain't me, i wasn't even on my phone at this time that day." you desperately wracked your brain for any type of answer as to what you were doing that day, and how z got a text from your number when it obviously wasn't you.

eyes widening, you suddenly remembered the one person you were hanging out with. shooting up from your seat, leaving z shocked at how your mood changed so abruptly. "i know who texted you."

curiosity and anger instantly filled him, immediately wanting to know. "who was it?"