I don't plan to fall in love. I need to study and study and study. I'm 17, barely 18, I don't need that kind of relationship in my life just yet. It will disorient me.
//phone rings
I'm currently having a date with Marx and Durkheim when an unknown number flashed on my phone screen. I am not to be disturbed. I flipped my phone facing down, thank you silent mode.
"Hello?" I decided to finally pick up the call. There are nine missed calls from the same number. It's probably an emergency.
"Where the fvck are you? I've been here for an hour already!" At that moment I am pissed at being bothered and guilty of not answering the calls and regret of answering this current call.
I kept calm. It is just a simple mistake and he didn't mean any harm. "Sorry. You got the wrong number." Then I dropped the call.
Not a minute have pass when my phone starts ringing again. I answered.
"How rude of you to drop the call. You should've waited for me to apologize!"
Immature as it may sound, he did drop the call before I could even speak.
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Missed Call
KurzgeschichtenHe called. She didn't pick up. She missed the call. She missed him too. Air wears anime statement shirts while she trains to be a soldier of Marx through reading his works with her thick square-rimmed glasses to go against the oppression of Dom, the...
