Glass Hearts

XVI

Here we are, with a lovely spin off chapter! As I'm writing this, I'm not sure how long it'll be. You'll just have to bare with me and I apologize for anything that requires apologies.

Enjoy reading! Ta ta~

Matty

Christine had acted odd ever since I revealed her secret to Roy. She has been quiet, not texting me once. Maybe I really messed her up. Probably not, that girl is strong. As I'm lying boredly on my bed, I decide to see if anyone knows anything. Joseph is my first pick, of course.

I text him, asking: Hey. Heard anything new? Something to deal with Christine or somethin?

I chew on my hair a little as I wait for a reply. No, why? Is something up with her? He finally texts back.

Nah, just worried sick about her, a little. No need to worry, I bet she's fine. I sigh, if she hasn't texted me then she hasn't texted anyone else.

Well you don't need to worry about her. Love you <3

I send a "love you" back and turn off my phone, tossing it onto my bedside table. I pop in my earphones and blast my music, humming along and ignoring the world. I really am worried about her. She doesn't do anything outside of school, from my knowledge. She's a huge introvert, and probably despises the sun. We usually have dumb conversations all weekend straight. Now, it's silent.

I hug my knees and stare out the window, into the vast world humanity knows. It feels odd. Like she's ignoring me. That can't be the case. She would never do that to me, we're friends. Maybe she had her phone taken away? I glance back at my phone, turning it on. The saddest message shines into my face, You have zero notifications. Not even any of my social accounts are active!? I exhale sharply. I can't sit and watch the paint dry, I just need something.

With a deep, drawn out sigh, I unlock my phone. I scroll through my contacts until I reach C. I changed Christine's contact name to "Crazy" with a few emojis a while ago. She never seemed to care and so I kept it. I open up our conversation. I skim through some of our past texts, smiling at their stupidity. Our stupidity. Some play arguments were the best. At times, she seemed totally devoted to the side at hand. Like tacos versus burritos.

I tap the typing area and my badazled keyboard pops up. I love it to bits, I haven't changed it since I got my phone. It may be girly, sure, but it expresses who I am and I love it. I start typing, Hey Christine. What has happened with you? You've been like a ghost this weekend. Haven't said a peep. What's up? I quickly hit send and don't expect a response at least for a couple of hours.