Byron's Secret (Slenderman Romance)

Chapter 37. Got Carried Away

【GUYS THE PHOTO ABOVE IS FROM THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER. I POSTED IT HERE TO AVOID SPOILERS FOR PEOPLE WHO STILL HASN'T READ THE PREV CHAP. LOL SHITTY ART IT WAS JUST A DOODLE ON A SKETCHPAD】

I have time to kill until my class－though it's only for a few minutes because I still have to go to my classroom early since yesterday, I was in a rush to leave and left all the canvases lying around, and it's all because of that guy－the supposed 'proxy' wearing the black mask.

I still have the photo.

How do I expose them when everyone is so scared of them? I wouldn't be surprised if someone screamed and ran away from me after seeing the photo. Heck, I might put them in danger.

Wait, danger? Why am I talking about them like they're actual proxies? They're not. I perceived them as frauds imitating the stupid myth, and I'll keep seeing them that way.

Ugh, I don't want to think about this now, I'm already so stressed because Dylan is alone at home. Speaking of Dylan, I should probably send him a message.

As I sat idly on my chair, I took my phone from my desk and texted, "You ok?"

Waiting for a response, I noticed the app of the website which I downloaded this morning. I tapped on the icon and the app opened. I had already saved the story I've read before. I have to show Byron. Maybe I can start learning more about Slenderman with the help of these stories, I mean, some of them must be accurate and based on the original myth, right?

Out of the blue, my phone rang, making a blaring sound. I immediately answered once I saw that it's from Dylan, "What?"

"Umm, just calling, because, I don't know . . ." Dylan said with a sarcastic voice, "Maybe because your kitchen is fucking empty?!" He yelled through the phone.

"I told you I eat out!" I matched his tone, "You're lucky no one is the office with me. Just find something to eat on the shelves!"

"They're expired!" He argued, "Shop for groceries."

"No, I hate that and you know it. You do it." I quickly replied, "No, wait, you can't leave the house!"

"I know so shop for groceries." He repeated with the same monotonous voice which is annoying, "I need snacks while I work."

"You're on a break!" I grew frustrated.

"No, I'm not! I'm still working, I even brought my stuff so I can keep working!"

"Then, endure it, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I whined.

"No." He stubbornly said, "You can't come back home without food. Be more responsible, geez." I could almost imagine him facepalming himself.

"You're the one being irrespo－"

The doorknob rattled. I paused and waited for whoever it was to come in. As the door opened, I could hear Dylan's voice from my phone which is still on the side of my face, repeatedly saying 'hello?' like the idiot he is. Can't he at least understand that something's up that's why I stopped?

Byron came into view as the door opened. He went in, shut the door, walked to his desk in front of me and sat down, like usual.

"Morning." I greeted, forgetting to greet him with a smile as my mind paid more attention to Dylan's constant hello's and Joy's.

Byron simply gave me a glance, which is a little disappointing considering what happened earlier at the diner. Somehow, talking to Byron is like entering a lottery . . . you never know if you'll get something back.