It had been roughly a week of being in Sora's friend group. Lottie had gotten used to everyone for the most part. She wouldn't call them her friends, even though they call her their's. It's nothing personal, it's just that they'll never be in the same caliber. Or tax bracket.
But Hoya always seemed so far away.
“I can't bake for shit! I don't know why I'm here!”
“Well, you've gotta try! This project is worth 30% of my class grade!”
Kason and Sora continued bickering over how to bake the baguette.
“If you can't cook why join the cooking class Sora!?” Doris laughed.
Sora shrugged, “The aesthetic.”
“You guys need to cut it first.” Hoya peeped.
“Yeah,” Lottie shifted her gaze to Hoya, who was trying hard not to stare back. “Gotta blade Hoya?”
Everything went silent.
The only sound was the clicking of the old-fashioned clock on the wall.
“Can you cut?” She added, right corner of her lip curving up.
Lottie wasn't stupid. She knew what she was doing.
She's decided she doesn't like Hoya.
With a scratch of his bandages he arose from his chair and approached the dough.
Taking a blade out of his pocket he sliced 3 even symmetrical lines into it, all while staring at Lottie.
She couldn't tell what feeling was behind that stare. It wasn't blank there was something.
But she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Silence lingered for a few seconds after Hoya sat down.
“Thanks?” Sora muttered.
Lottie restored the regular relaxed atmosphere with a few jokes.
“No way you did that!” Kason roared.
“Yep. There was piss everywhere.”
The air was filled with the smell of baked bread and the sound of laughter.
Hoya was able to let out a few chuckles.
Homework.
Pre-calc homework.
Lottie needs help.
Her room is probably the cleanest in the house, so she's not afraid to facetime someone on insta and get some help.
What?
A notification goes up on her screen.
Hoyas live??
🔴 “Loved ones, I cannot take this anymore.”
What the fuck- woah.
Pink pills were held in his hand, he looked disheveled. Black hair once neat against his face hung over his eyes. Fly-aways coated his hair and his cheeks swollen and red. Oh, his bandages are off too, showing the plethora of cuts along his arms.
🔴 “I hope you all understand.. life is very hard right now.”
Is he serious right now? Life's hard when your room’s the size of my house?
Anger boiled under Lottie's skin.
He's obviously doing this for attention!
Reading the comments made her feel no better.
“Hoya, it's okay we all go through hard times, don't do this please!”
“Don't die Hoya, we love you! We don't want you to die!”
“Hoya you're still so young, don't do this to yourself. You have so much potential!”
“Hoya we are here to support you! We love you Hoya!”
“Hoya, whatever happened, it's not your fault!”
Hoya.
Hoya.
Hoya.
“FUCK!”
Phone slamming against her desk she buried her head in her hands.
Why was nobody saying this to me?
Wasn't I a victim?
They wanted me to die.
But they want this prick to live?!
WHAT DID I DO?!
I DIDN'T DESERVE WHAT HAPPENED TO ME!
WHERE'S MY SYMPATHY?
WHERE ARE THE PEOPLE TELLING ME IT WASN'T MY FAULT.
Lottie let herself slide out her desk chair and spiral on the ground.
“He'd probably slit his wrists in a private jet.” She sobbed out.
Eyes now burning because of the tears, she used her pre-calc work to wipe them.
🔴 “I'm sorry, I just don't know what to do..”
Hoya's sniffles echoed through Lottie's phone.
The tear stained paper crumpled in her balled fist.
She didn't just dislike Hoya anymore, she hated him.
🔴 “I've tried this before you know, but it didn't kill me. I hope it does now.”
With a vice Lottie snatched her phone, and dm'd Hoya,
"You should die. If you fail this time try again and again."
Suddenly, the live was silent.
And it ended.
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LOVE YOU, LOTTIE.
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