lethal cure | javon walton

thirteen

harlee's pov:
wednesday morning

baby: harlee
baby: good morning

my eyes roamed up to the banner at the top of my phone screen as I was scrolling on instagram.

I looked up at the time seeing it was only seven twenty in the morning, meaning school didn't start for another hour.

me: been up

baby: so you're not going to say it back
baby: I see how it is

me: you're so childish

baby: no
baby: I am not

me: good morning
me: good enough for you?

baby: idk
baby: you kinda ruined the vibe

me: fuck you

baby: crying

me: good :)

baby: so you just like seeing people suffer
baby: you're one of those I see

me: I mean..
me: who doesn't
me: only when it's you though

baby: ASSHOLE

me: ok that was rude

baby: I'm a good person
baby: so I don't like seeing you in pain

me: how sweet

baby: mhm I know it

me: shut the hell up

baby: never mind
baby: take everything I said back you're evil

me: very funny

baby: :)

me: anyway..
me: did you need something

baby: what

me: you texted me out of no where

baby: can't even be nice huh?
baby: no but seriously cover up your neck

I felt my heart sink after reading his message. if he didn't remind me I would've completely forgot about it.

me: bruh
me: I totally forgot

baby: I know
baby: that's why I texted you

me: life saver fr

baby: do me a favor

me: what

baby: leave a little showing

me: ???????????

baby: so sidney can see