The English to my American // Dreamnotfound

Chapter Seven

George walks nowhere in particular, just lounging around the streets with no intentions of going back to his dorm room.

After the brunette had made sure that the blonde wasn't trying to follow him, he sat down on the empty bench on the relatively empty street.

He flicked around his phone, his thumb hovering over a text message from an unknown number that he had avoided.

He had a slight feeling of knowing who that person was

Opening up the text from the unknown number he read,

Unknown

5:14PM

Can you come over?

Would really use some help

George

7:24PM

Who are you?

After asking the unknown who they were, an chat bubble appeared almost instantly.

Unknown

7:25PM

Ashley??

Did you really delete my number like I never meant anything to you?

George felt a lump forming in his throat.

Ashley, his ex-girlfriend.

George

7:26PM

What do you even want?

He typed, feeling his blood rush through his veins.

Unknown

7:28PM

I already said I could use some of your help,

So please can you?

After that George hesitated a bit, not sure what to do. Was it really worth it?

George

7:30PM

No, I've got stuff to do.

Seeing the chat bubble right after he had sent the message.

Unknown

7:30PM

You really don't have anybody else anyways

Not like you are going to have your nose in those essays again

George

7:31PM

And what if ?

Does it bother you?

Unknown

7:32PM

Come on Georgie please I need you.

After a long going back and forth texting George had no way to back up anymore.

He decided to get up from the bench and begin walking towards his ex-girlfriend's building.

Luckily he wasn't that far away so he got there relatively quickly.