; My Favorite Redhead || Andrew Siwicki

13; Complications

Christie's P.O.V

school has been a huge pain in the ass, i had two exams, at least 3 projects, and an essay to do. it seems easy or fairly normal to some, but i'm still not used to the idea of school.

on top of that, andrew and i have been drifting away from each other. we're becoming distant. he wouldn't text me and i tried to talk him.. he wouldn't budge either. i decided to just give him some space. i may be bothering him.

it was a Friday night. mom was finally home and she went to bed at 7:30 pm. she knocked out pretty fast and was quite a heavy sleeper. i used that to my advantage to text one of my project partners. his name was xander. he was fairly tall, about.. 5'5? i'm not sure but he's really kind, quiet, and a good partner.

we've been assigned as partners as we couldn't choose a partner. our teacher told us that we needed to communicate with others we haven't talked to yet. "remember, this project is due on January 5! that is plenty of time and you better have finished it by then. if not, there'll be consequences." that stuck out to me. why? because we haven't started on the project.

i only recently got xander's information and number. it was currently December 23. a couple weeks before January 5.

when xander replied to my text, that was the same time andrew had texted too. i ignored it. if he didn't wanna talk to me, then i don't see why i should. i know, petty. anyways, i asked xander if i could call him, as i was currently multitasking all this shit.

he said, "down." and i pressed the phone call button. he picked up after the second ring and from there, we started on our project.

Andrew's P.O.V

i teared up slightly. my chest hurt from what i was doing. i was ignoring christie and for what? i don't even know. i suddenly just felt like.. i didn't belong in her life. or at least in the mood to talk to her.

i gained the balls, somehow, to send a text. it claimed, "sent" but.. she didn't read it. my chest started hurting even more. i turned off my phone. not wanting to be online anymore. i slowly.. ever so slowly... fell asleep, in the arms of nobody and on the non-beating heart of a ghost named casper.

Christie's P.O.V

time has passed by quickly. it was now 10:30 pm, and we made good progress. i was now lying in bed, contemplating.. thinking... just, existing in the room. my eyes started to water. i felt horrible. when andrew texted.. i didn't even reply and it-

fuck.
i rolled over and texted him.