~*Chapter 8*~

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"What?!" Emily asked loudly in surprise. "Shh! Yes, it's true..." Seth said in a hushed voice. Emily's eyes were as large as dinner plates, her reaction even more extra than Seth imagined. "Out of all people, Jordan Itoshi is the person that knew?!" Emily now whispered harshly. "It's not my fault!" Seth exclaimed whole violently gesturing towards himself. Emily rolled her eyes while muttering things that Seth didn't want or care to hear.

The bus ride was full of Seth's racing thoughts and Emily's voice muttering incoherent sentences. He looked around, suddenly aware of all of the glances he most likely got every day. Seth finally gave up, leaning his head on the window beside him, completely aware that there would be a red mark there later.

Seth decided to look through his Instagram to pass the time, looking through pictures and occasionally double-tapping on some posts. He finally decided to look at his DM's, noticing that there was a notification.

It was from Unknown (who wasn't so unknown anymore), and it was a series of numbers.

It looked like...

A phone number?

Seth yelped slightly in surprise, catching Emily's attention. "What happened?!" Emily almost yells. Seth holds up the phone to her eye level, a shaky chuckle emitting from him. Emily's worried expression she has been holding for most of the bus ride quickly turned into a sly smirk. "If it really is his number..." Emily's eyes widened once more "Wait! What if he's gay?! And what's more, gay for you?!" Emily's smirk widened into a huge smile.

Seth's face broke into a dark blush "I-I doubt it..." He muttered out. "Well, text the number!" She said, shaking his shoulders. "Fine!" Seth exclaimed, shoving Emily's hands off of his shoulders. 'Here goes nothing...'
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