"𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢 𝐚𝐦, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞."
verity sinclair's grades are slipping, and her parents believe that the only way to fix that is to send h...
I was laying sideways in my bed, snuggled deep into my comforter when I heard the door shut. It was about 6:30 PM, and I had been slowly deteriorating on my mattress for the past two hours or so. I think I remember drifting off a couple times, but I'm not so sure. I'm never sure about anything these days.
I heaved myself up from the bed, my muscles weak and the right half of my face numb from being locked in the same position for so long.
Brooke entered the room, holding a plastic take-out bag and a cardboard drink carrier. Inside of the carrier was a milk tea and a fruit smoothie.
That's when I remembered I had forgotten to go with Wonyoung to The Alley today. I immediately felt terrible. I've been nothing but an ill-mannered friend towards her.
"Hey, sleepyhead." Brooke chuckled. She lifted up the drink carrier, the ice rattling inside of the cups. My stomach growled. The smell of hot food flooded the room, and I felt like I was going to start floating towards it like how they do in the cartoons.
I raked my fingers through my knotted hair and rubbed the sleep out of my eye, yawning simultaneously.
"Hi." I croaked. My voice was barely present. "I was supposed to go to The Alley with Wonyoung, is she still there?" I eyed the drinks in her hand.
Brooke slipped off her shoes and placed the items on her desk. "Actually..." she began. I fully sat up this time, my legs crossed and my back slightly slouched.
"She bought this for you because she figured you had a long day and just forgot to show." she pulled out the milk tea and placed it on the dresser next to me, along with a plastic straw.
I frowned. That didn't ease the guilt I was feeling at all; if anything, I felt even worse.
I grabbed my phone and checked it for any missed messages.
wony (2) hey, did brooke give u ur boba?? hope ur feeling okay. 💗
After taking a quick sip from my boba, I opened our conversation.
wony
wony: hey, did brooke give u ur boba?? hope ur feeling okay. 💗
me: yes, she did. i'm so sorry for not showing up today. i feel terrible. i just had so much on my mind, i went back to my dorm and fell asleep. can i make it up to u? boba on me next time.
