Corbyn Besson
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After making sure that Hal and my other friends are busy in conversation, I pull the phone that just vibrated out of the front pocket of my sweatshirt.
A text from my best friend is displayed on the front screen.
Hey, weirdo :) where are you rn
I'm out with Hal and other friends
You're freaking kidding me
No. Why?
Hal?!
Yes! Why?
Where are you?
Corbyn, what in the world is wrong with you?!
(y/n), tell me where you freaking are right now
What if I say no? What's going on with you??
I'm coming to pick you up
Where are you
I'm with Hal and I'm fine!
Why are you acting like this, Corbyn?
I'll tell you later.
(y/n), please
Where are you?
I stare at his last texts for a moment before a scoff escapes my lips.
I'm sorry, but I'm staying
You're being so difficult
You're acting like I'm a helpless child
Chill Corbyn
Wow
Alright fine
Though I believe I had every right to say what I said, I can't help but feel bad.
Corbyn... I'm sorry. My parents always treat me like I can't take care of myself and I just want to hang out with Hal without people telling me I'm always doing something wrong. I don't want to hurt your feelings and I'm sorry if what I said was rude.
After sending the paragraph, I shut off my phone and set it in my lap.
"You okay?" Hal asks.
I send him a small, halfhearted smile and then a nod. He returns the gesture with a grin before turning back to his friend on his left.
My phone vibrates once again and I pick it up. My heart sinks when I read the new message.
Whatever
***
"Are you sure you want to go home now?" Hal asks me.
It's been two hours since Corbyn sent that last text and it's been killing me ever since then; I can't wait a second longer to understand why he reacted the way he did and make sure he's not upset with me.
"Yes, I'm positive," I assure Hal, moving away to get to my car.
I'm pulled back roughly by his arm holding onto mine.
