It was 2:37 am when Evan reached home after partying non stop for hours.It was more than a day since he had turned his mobile off. Jumping on his bed Evan stared at his phone for full five minutes before turning it on.
35 new messages, the front screen flashed.
Sexy: You know I can't.
You'll have to understand that there's a reason behind it.
Evan?
Evan?
Evan?
So you call me your friend?
You leave your friend just like that?
I guess you're busy
Where are you?
You aren't even at school.
Are you ignoring me?
Evan?
Evan?
Evan?
Evan?
Okay I'll tell you.
Evan?
Evan?
Evan?
Evan?
Evan?
Evan?
You're at Pam's?
Evan you're being immature.
Unreasonable
Evan?
Evan?
Evan?
Evan if that's what friends are like I'm glad I've no friends
And I don't want u as my friend.
At least you could text me to fuck off
And
Stop
Bothering
You.
Okay I'll pretend that you're busy.
I'll be waiting for your reply.
The last text was 3 hours 42 minutes ago.
** Evan changed her name from sexy to loser**
Tossing his mobile over the bed, he closed his eyes and eventually fell into a deep slumber.
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