Skaters 101 (but without the skating)

Break out (continued)

Of course, not everyone were quite so oblivious to their plight. Some were even trying to solve the problem.

Boyang was tapping furiously into his laptop. Probably ordering some things off that Chinese website which he used on several occasions to many. Yulia had contemplated starting to learn Chinese as well, seeing how well it served Boyang and catered to his exorbitant, out of this world requests.

His best (and only) friend, however, had a totally different approach.

(Seriously. Patrick was one of the only people he had established the 'friend' agreement with.)

"They're not picking up!" Patrick scrolled desperately through the endless sea of contacts in his phone, trying to find someone who was awake and willing to listen to his plea for help. He had already sent out a message to all his loyal fans on Gossip Global, alerting them to the situation his class was in. Unfortunately, only two loyal friends actually followed the blog. 

("Hey, Patrick! I think you made a spelling error in your recent post!" 

Before Patrick can reply, Gabrielle shouts an answer from across the room, 

"No, Alex, he didn't misspell the word dead. Patrick meant it when he typed ded.") 

Yulia didn't really find it surprising. "Probably a case of 'The boy who cried wolf'", she remarks to herself, casting a sideways glance at the quiet South Korean near her. (She wasn't waiting for a reaction. No, definitely not.) 

"How fitting." Yuna sighs, "You really make the best comparisons, Yulia." She was reminded of how she herself had fallen prey to some of Patrick's dramatic blogs. He could post alarming statements at times, usually a four letter word in bright red font. Many a time did Yuna rush down to his dorm, really thinking that Patrick was in trouble and desperately needed her help, only to find that Patrick had been locked out of his Instagram account and stressing over it, or something trivial like that. Never mind, the bad days are over. Ever since she stopped checking the blog, her life had gone back to normal. (Other than the occasional occurrence where she might or might not have checked Patrick's blog) 

They watched in silence as Patrick sieved through all his contacts methodologically, calling each and every number, holding the phone to his ear, crossing his fingers and hoping to hear a click, indicating that the receiving end had picked up. He had been disappointed. All his friends/gossip buddies were all either fast asleep, or deliberately choosing to ignore Patrick, which was perfectly understandable.

It was only after an hour then did Patrick finally manage to get a hold of someone. (Yulia still wonders how many contacts he had in that phone to be able to be still calling after an hour).

"Moshi moshi..."

("WEAB alert." Alex tosses his head proudly, as if he hadn't been binge watching Full Metal Alchemist in the comforts of his blankets when the lights were off).

"Oh hello there..."

Most of the class soon noticed Patrick's conversation, and listened in with bated breath. Maybe, Patrick could get help and they could get out of the classroom much sooner than they thought.

"Uh huh. Yes. Yes. Oh ok! And?"

"Wait, which Jayde? Jayde Steiner? Or Jayde Hassington?"

"Did they actually?"

"You think she's on it?"

"And what did she say?"

"What? I'm so shocked. How dare he?"