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Lunch break was always a welcome escape from the daily grind of school. Most days, I'd be outside with my friends, sitting under one of the gazebos, laughing, and talking trash until the bell rang.
Sometime we hide and smoke to.
Today, though, I wasn't in the mood for all that noise. When they asked me to come along, I shrugged and told them I'd catch up. Truth was, I just wanted a moment of peace.
I found a quiet corner in my form room, put in my AirPods , and let my music take over. My head leaned back against the wall, eyes closed, and I felt myself start to relax for the first time all day. But then, as it always seemed to, my mind drifted back to her.
Sky...
We'd been talking for a bit, getting to know each other, and I thought things were going pretty well. I liked her vibe—she was smart, funny, kept me on my toes. But out of nowhere, she started ignoring me.
No replies to my texts, no returned calls. It was like she flipped a switch and shut me out. I played it cool at first. I mean, I'm not the type to chase after someone who clearly doesn't want to be chased. But the longer it went on, the more it got under my skin.
It a mad yuh?? Yuh fuck
Then, a few days ago, she finally hit me back up. No explanation, just a casual "Hey," like she hadn't been ghosting me for weeks. My first thought was to ignore it, give her a taste of her own medicine. I even typed out a reply and then deleted it, Why should I make it easy for her after all that?
I thought about it for a while, letting the song loop in my ears as I stared at my phone screen. Part of me wanted to leave her hanging just as long as she'd left me. But another part, the part that couldn't stop thinking about her, kept nagging at me to respond. I figured I'd make her wait a day or two, at least. Let her wonder what I was thinking.
But the longer I sat there, the more I started to second-guess myself. What if she thought I wasn't interested anymore and moved on? What if she was just trying to see if I'd still come around, and when I didn't, she'd ghost me for good? I didn't want to seem desperate, but I also didn't want to lose the chance to figure out what this was.
