Thalia's POV
It was windy outside, the brisk fall air turning colder with every day. I stared monotonously at my computer screen, debating whether my current biology essay was worth the sleep I was about to lose. My phone buzzed. Fletcher. I looked away from it, my nose tingling. I wasn't going to cry. Not over something like this, stupid. They were just words. They didn't really matter. Besides, he didn't know any better. He didn't know me. I didn't owe anything to him. Still, he was apologizing. That was something. But I couldn't bring myself to respond-yet. I turned back to my computer and indented the first paragraph, deciding to begin.
--one day later--
I had gotten over fifty texts from Fletcher in the past two days, and despite my insecurity about the whole thing, he was seriously starting to annoy me. I felt it necessary to tell him off.
Thalia: can you not spam me
Fletchey: THALIA
Thalia: thanks
Fletchey: NO WAIT
Fletchey: don't leave
Fletchey: tell me off, lecture me, be mad, but don't ignore me. You've become one of my best friends and I'm sorry about what I said
Thalia: why couldn't you just let it go
Fletchey: I'm sorry
Notification: your contact 'Fletchey' has been changed to 'dickbag'
Dickbag: will you please just talk to me
Thalia: fine, but I'm done with that stupid game
Dickbag: fine by me
Thalia: how's the weather
Dickbag: don't do this
Thalia: what could we even talk about
Dickbag: what are you up to
Thalia: I'm just texting you
Dickbag: cool cool
Thalia: I'm assuming you want me to ask you how you're doing
Dickbag: someone needs a hug
Thalia: seriously fuck off
Dickbag: DONT SWEAR
Dickbag: you know what I say when I feel like swearing
Thalia: fudge?
Dickbag: no
Dickbag: I say nothing because DONT SWEAR
Thalia: have you ever seen the crucible
Dickbag: what?
Thalia: I'm assuming not
Thalia: anyway in there they use cool words like tarnation
Thalia: which I find hilarious
Thalia: but the rest of the play is quite terrifying
Fletcher: what's it about
Thalia: the Salem witch trials
Fletcher: what
Thalia: how do you not know what this is
Thalia: like 50 women were hanged after being accused of witchcraft, entire town falls apart, we don't actually know if Satan was present but he might have been possessing people, etc etc
Fletcher: what in tarnation
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A/N
The last half of the chapter was literally all to promote the crucible which is a wonderful play haha
Also can anyone guess why Thalia doesn't want to talk about her dad 0.o
-Claire
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