Phone Calls > jariana (COMPLETED)

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April 11, 6:38 a.m.

Justin: I know I was supposed to call you yesterday. I know that I didn't. I know you're getting ready for school, and you're not answering your phone because you think I'm a jerk. But I'm not. I can explain. I'll call you after school. By the way, you never told me how you did on your issue paper. I fear that means your grade might have been B range.

April 11, 3:27 p.m.

Justin: I'm not a complete jerk.

Ariana: I never thought you were a complete jerk.

Justin: First things first. How did you do on that issue paper?

Ariana: I got an A.

Justin: Why didn't you mention that earlier?

Ariana: I don't like to brag.

Justin: Okay. Good. Now let me explain why I didn't call you.

Ariana: It's not a big deal. But here's my stand on people who flake. If you're not sure that you can call me, then say that. If you want to leave it open, then say that. If you tell me that you're going to call me at a certain time, then you should call me at that time. Otherwise, I worry.

Justin: So you were worried about me?

Ariana: I like it when people call when they say they're going to call.

Justin: But we're not talking about people. We're talking about me.

Ariana: Yes. I was worried.

Justin: I like that.

Ariana: That's very selfish of you.

Justin: I didn't call because something bad happened.

Ariana: Were you in an accident? Are you okay?

Justin: There wasn't an accident. And my injuries aren't physical in nature.

Ariana: What happened to you?

Justin: I saw something.

Ariana: Something horrible?

Justin: Yes.

Ariana: Was there blood involved?

Justin: No.

Ariana: Can you just get to what happened?

Justin: It was lunch. I was walking to my locker. I had a Clif Bar in there and I wanted it. As I turned the corner, I saw them. Jairo and Nan. They were standing at Nan's locker. Kissing. Not a peck. But a deep, let me investigate the cavern of your mouth and try to attach my tongue to your uvula kiss. I stood and watched. Jairo kept running his hands through her hair. I heard moans. Moans. I felt sick, Ariana. I mean, vomit sick or passing-out sick or losing-your-shit-and-punching-someone-in-the-face sick.

Ariana: That is sick. Sounds like you really needed that Clif Bar.

Justin: This isn't funny, Ariana. I think they're in love.

Ariana: Don't jump to conclusions. You don't know that. They were getting it on in a hallway. And, personally, I think it's embarrassing to moan in public. Releasing those sounds in hallways lacks a certain amount of decorum. I mean, deep moaning can really travel. The janitor or principal could have heard her. Maybe even people using a nearby bathroom.