text me, maybe?

gum

Tyler honestly is not expecting any more texts from Josh.

He thought it was a one time thing, you know. Like when you phone somebody and a sibling or a family member pick up and you have a short, awkward conversation while waiting for said friend to get ready. Or when you're at the check out like at the store and the cashier tries to initiate small talk. (Tyler hates that so much)

So Tyler's more than a little surprised when his phone buzzes obnoxiously in his pocket in the middle of class, earning a few annoyed glares from a couple of classmates. Ignoring them and making sure the teacher is watching him, Tyler reaches down and pulls out his phone.

1 new message from Josh

One of Tyler's eyebrows shoot up in a mix of disbelief and confusion. This kid must be really bored.

Josh: help me tyjo

At first, Tyler is genuinely concerned and worried for this person. Is he hurt?

That is, until he calms down at the realization that if this kid was actually in any real threat of danger, he probably wouldn't be texting some guy he just texted last night.

Tyjo: what's wrong?

Josh: I'm in the middle of history right now and I'm actually sooo hungry

Josh: I've been considering how bad it would be if I peel off a wad of gum from underneath this desk

Tyjo: do it

Tyjo: what's the worse that can happen. Mouth infection.

Tyjo: strep throat

Tyjo: AIDS

Tyjo: death

Josh: not helpful dude

Tyler smirks to himself, unaware that somewhere in the school building Josh is doing the same, too.

Tyjo: so I guess you really do go to a highschool and aren't some creepy stalker

Josh: hey, if anyone's a creepy stalker it'd be you. Texting strange numbers you find in the boys bathroom.

Tyjo: touché

Tyler looks up to see his teacher leaning over his desk with a scowl.