Wilder has an extra ticket to a party and invites his best friend Tristen to go with him. Tristen isn't quite thrilled but decides not to turn down his friend's offer.
'It's just a party. It's gonna be fun.' That's what Tristen thinks. Wilder, on th...
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A couple of days later, I went to class for our second final exam. When I arrived, there were a few students there. I sat at my desk and watched the door, waiting for Wilder to show up. Even though I was still mad at him, I was also curious to see his reaction when he saw me after how I treated him the last time.
Thank God, Sean didn't take this class this term. The last thing I needed was a creepy-ass dude following me around.
A few minutes passed and Wilder didn't show up. The classroom was almost full. It wasn't like him to arrive late. Maybe he was trying to avoid bumping into me.
"Alright, students," the professor announced, alarming me. "Close your books and sit comfortably, I'm about to hand you the papers."
Where is he?
I scanned the classroom one more time, maybe I missed him... Nope. Wilder wasn't here.
My heart started pounding all of a sudden. I got up and approached the professor.
"Excuse me, Professor." I stood in front of her just before she closed the classroom door. "Could you wait a couple of minutes for Wilder? I think he's running late."
"Oh," She adjusted her glasses. "I'm afraid he's not coming."
"What?" I squinted my eyes in disbelief. "Why?"
"He called in sick."
Confused? Worried? I wasn't sure how to feel after that piece of info.
Was Wilder really sick? My eyes grew wide. No! I know him. I wanted to yell, but all I could do was stand there and grit my teeth. He's not sick. He's avoiding me.
I asked the professor if I could call him just to check on him and she agreed, but to keep it short.
I stepped outside and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I unblocked the number associated with 'Dumbass' and started a call. The phone rang for quite a while until Wilder finally answered.
"Hello?" His voice was tired. "Tristen?"
"Wilder!" I whispered aggressively, my fist shaking at my side. "You are not failing this class. Get your ass here right now or I swear to God."
"I can't." He coughed. "I'm sick."
Who was he trying to fool with that weak-ass cough?
"Bullshit!"
"For real." I could practically see his goofy smile when he said, "It's great to hear your voice, though."
"Wilder," I hissed. "Don't you dare."
"Take care, Tris."
"Wilder!"
I stared at my screen. He hung up on me. I couldn't believe he was actually not going to show up. The thought that I was the reason for him to miss this exam made me feel sad. A sting strong enough to draw tears into my eyes pierced my heart.
