Dear Rabbit

Chapter 6

"Are you going to answer that?" Dori droned from her position hanging upside down off the edge of my bed; a text book in hand, a highlighter clutched between her teeth. She looked like some sort of monkey or performing acrobat, she didn't even seem slightly bothered by the blood that was surely rushing to her head. Unless of course she's bloodless in which case my Step-Sister has become a vampire overnight.

My phone had been buzzing continuously for the past 10 minutes during our study session that Friday evening. I had ignored it knowing it was one of two people-both of whom I was trying to avoid and not talk to for a few more days...only a few more...Dori had been trying to convince me to talk to them. She was aware I was unhappy around her group and equally unhappy alone; she even phoned up Ben telling him he was an idiot after she found out why exactly I was ignoring my friends. As much as I wanted to phone them I couldn't. I just...I needed to give them this space and if I was wrong then I was wrong.

I, however, couldn't deny that Sherlock and Watson very rarely tried to get a hold of me for 10 minutes straight. It's perhaps what prompted me to reach my hand forward across the cluttered surface of my desk and clutch at the vibrating mobile. I could feel Dori's eyes on my back as I held the phone...deciding whether to look or not. I had no doubt she'd strap me down in the desk chair and make me read the messages if I didn't do it willingly. The screen was alight with the name "Stiles". I had been intending to change it to something more humorous and personal, but hadn't gotten around to it. Swiping the screen I found a multitude of text messages, all disjointed. Each one making me feel a little worse than the last.

Lottie, please reply I really need to talk to someone. I'm such an idiot

I just confessed my feelings to Lydia and she completely blanked me...

She was on her Bluetooth and I was all like 'we have a connection'...

Apparently it wasn't worth repeating.

Lottie, please...I'm so humiliated right now. I can't.

Look I just need to talk to someone, I know you're ignoring me and Scott right now but it would be awesome if you could just postpone that for a second? Please.

No?

Okay.

Wow, Charlotte. Brilliant chatting to you, super helpful. Really, thanks a lot. I really appreciate it.

Crap, I didn't mean that

I could just use someone to talk to right now.

I felt like a shit friend. An absolute piece of crap. I was so goddamn tempted to just pick up the phone and call him. To tell him it was okay, that he didn't need to worry...she'd likely forget about it and he could go back to his admiring from afar. But no. I was far too stubborn for that. I completely ignored that I was being a crappy friend, completely ignored that I was so desperate to talk to either of them. Surely it wouldn't be so bad if I just picked up the phone? This could be considered an emergency right? No. I can't. Idiot, you need to restrain yourself. You're being clingy again.