These Stories Are Reasonable

Party (Part Two)

Gray's Pov: 

I sighed, tossing my, now damp, towel into the hamper after drying my hair. My clothes from the day, remained half-heartedly strewn about the bathroom. A part of me, thought perhaps the mess should be left. A more sensible part told me to clean it and put everything back in its proper place.

I listened, picking up my jeans. 

A paper fluttered to the ground. It must've been in my pocket.

Picking it up, clothes now forgotten, I found myself reading 10 simple numbers. xxx-xxx-xxxx. Wolf's number... I swore I'd never talk to him again. He beat Eugene and Rowan, he caused so many problems for us. He works under Donald Na for Christ's sake!!

A picture came to mind, his smile and flirty jeers. Surely nothing good would come out of contacting him. Surely nothing would- "I'd love to continue this conversations Snakey."

Subconsciously, a hand flew up to touch my lips. And for the first time in my life, I was glad my mother had sent me to Eujang alone. For the first time I was happy that I lived alone. Since nobody would be able to see the way that at the very thought of him, my face flushed. 

I shook my head, perhaps in an effort to shake out the bad thoughts.

"Do you bruise easy?"

Dammit! I've already told you he didn't mean it like that!

The red was apparent, and I could feel it's heat sting even worse than the first time. It was like having a little middle school girl crush, except.. god, a girl could never compare.

Stop with the unholy gay thoughts!! Shut the fuck up! We're not texting him! We're not even going to think about him!

Buzz buzz.

From across the room, my phone lit up, buzzing with notifications. My heart fluttered, like a bird trapped in a cage, what if it was him? Well it can't be idiot. He doesn't have our number. And anyway we don't care!

I reached for the device, perhaps hoping that whatever distraction was about to come my way would be enough to shift my focus. Desperately, I ran a hand through my, still slightly wet, hair and begged myself to calm down. Turning it on, I breathed a sigh of relief seeing that it was only the group chat. 

BIGBEN: R u guys busy tmw?

CATBOY: dunno

BROCCOLINI: I have part time

I hesitated, was I busy tomorrow? My hands seemed to act on their own, closing the group chat and opening keypad. 

xxx-xxx-xxxx

They typed before I could think about it, it was as if the numbers were something I'd typed a million times over. My finger loomed over the message button. Ugh. What would I even say?

Suddenly, an idea came to mind.

"So, do you miss me yet?"

Send.

No second thoughts, just a stupid quick text to strike up some conversation. I clicked off my phone in a hurry, throwing it on my bed along with myself. I pushed my flushed face into a pillow, calm the fuck down, literally its not worth it, I pleaded with myself. God I'm such an idiot sometimes, really, I surprise myself. Anyway I shouldn't expect a quick reply, he's busy probably, and he probably wouldn't even know it was-

Bing.

"FUCK!" I groaned, grabbing the object with a growing sense of fear. When was the last time I talked to someone from a party? I know its been a while, but I can't remember it feeling like this.