Blaise

3.

Ignoring the amount of new notifications that were buzzing my phone, I looked at my DMs and sure enough Blaise's name was there at the top.

Calming myself down I tapped on his name. He sent a simple message.

Blaise:

Hey Pearl, wanna play something?

Pearl:

Yeah! what time?

I put my phone down and rested my head on my raised knees. This is was surreal to me, I felt sick. I appreciated him making an effort but at the same time I didn't want a bunch of people in my business and it looked like he had a cult like following who were keen on doing the opposite of that. I can't handle so many new scrutinizing eyes. I almost wished we didn't exchange Instagram accounts.

Anxiety crept up my spine and perched at my shoulders. In this situation I think a lot of people would be happy and yet here I am trying not to bawl my eyes out. My emotions were conflicted, on one end despite the attention I'd receive I still wanted to be friends with him because of how nice he was. I was a real sucker for nice people. On the other hand I knew with great change to my routine I started tweaking out. Gnawing at my lip again I moodily lifted up my phone to see he replied.

Blaise:

Right now if you're free

I can also play later too, whatever fits your schedule

Call me when you decide

I smiled at my phone. See what I mean by nice? I enjoyed this. I'm not used to people having to accommodate around me. Maybe I was looking too into things again but knowing his schedule was most likely way busier than mine and he still tried to put the option in my hands was really pleasant. I put my phone on do not disturb and then called him.

The line rang twice before he picked up. I heard the sound of some male voices in the background and the closing of a door.

"Pearl? How are you?" He started the conversation because I was too busy trying to rehearse what I was going to say to him. I had it all figured out.

"Yes."

Fudge. He lets out a little muffled laugh.

Clearing my throat I try again, "Hello! I mean. I'm doing good, how about you?" Success.

"I'm all good. What have you been up to all day? Sorry it took me a while to text you I've been off my phone most of today." He clarifies.

"It's okay." I'm smiling as I say the words and he can probably tell. This felt really insane to me. Here I am, Pearl Hendrix, talking to a super hot guy over the phone. The world works in mysterious ways. I giggle softly. "I haven't been doing much just took some Instagram photos."

He hums quietly. "I saw, you look great in them." He compliments. I blush a little bit. Get your act together pearl.

"Thank you, Blaise." I respond.

"Woah, you remember my name?!" He says dramatically. I laugh at the stupidity of the question. He says it in such a boyish manner than I can't help my heart melting a teeny bit.

"Of course I do! it also helps that its your username." He bashfully regards my words.

"I do have something to apologize for, sorry for messing up so fast already. I forgot how quick to act my supporters are. I shouldn't have followed you on my main account, I was contemplating using a different one but the only other Instagram account I have looks suspicious. I really wanted you to respond so I acted irrationally." He talked freely and I listened carefully. It felt good to know that he could probably feel my fear for invasive social interaction and he wanted to apologize for it.

"I accept your apology and I really appreciate it." I speak sincerely, "I do want to be your friend and I hope you want to be mine too so I was wondering if it's okay if...I don't know, if you used your burner account? or we just called privately? I hope this doesn't come across as rude."

"It doesn't, sweetheart. I can do that." His tone was soft and understanding. God, my heart is throbbing and I just met the dude. I really need to snap out of this trance. Just because he's nice and doesn't mean anything, you just met the man. I used one of my hands to play with the cartoon figurine on my vanity. I needed something to keep my mind occupied before I did something unnatural.

"T-thanks. A lot." I cringe at my own stutter. Trying to cover it up I quickly say, "So...What's your favorite color? or food?" He doesn't respond so I look down at my screen. "Hello?"

"Yeah, one second I'm trying to think." I nod my head even though he can't see. "I'll say ramen and macaroni and cheese for food. For color...Green." I take note of what he says, I'm not even sure why. "You?" I hear a lighter switch on and off repeatedly from his end.

"Great choices you've got there. I really like Thai fried rice. Color is--" He cuts me off.

"Pink?"

"How could you tell!" I say fake shocked. He laughs. Here I am in my overly pink room talking to him on my pink phone while I look at my pink vanity.

"I'm not sure, just a hunch." He plays along. "It's really cool how much pink you're surrounded by though, It makes you look so fucking intriguing, like, surrounding yourself with something you love is the best way to go." He rambles absentmindedly. I still take his words to heart because it feels good to be talked highly about.

"You're really good at giving compliments." I point out.

"I haven't even said half of what I want to say about you."

"really?"

"yeah, I think you just bring out a...gentler part of me."

________

Thanks for reading!! Pls vote and comment :P

Lmk any thoughts you have, what do you think about the pacing of the story?

AALsooo Im trying to make my chapters around 950-1200 words. With lambs tale I only did 1200 words and I think it burnt me out so hopefully this is still enjoyable to read.

(b ᵔ▽ᵔ)bsee you next time!

Unedited