Who is in Class?

9

A/N: Ayyyyy shoutout to my home boiiii @iluvcookie for being my first voter. You're dope af. Lmao I honestly didn't think anyone was reading this stuff. Anyway peace. Here's chapter 9 coming at you and chapter 10 will be up soon since I got no motivation for my other book. 

I was sprawled across Cara's claimed loveseat at home. A knit blanket was tangled around my feet. Yeah, I told Cara was feeling a bit under the weather... so no school for me but I bemoaned my dumb ass self because: the soccer game. Not only had I promised Aleks I'd be there and got all up in his face about it, I also promised Yoru I'd drive him. Fuck, I still had his number inked onto my wrist—seriously what did that man use? Permanent marker? No matter how hard I scrubbed at it... oh whatever. It didn't really matter. What mattered was...

What the hell I was going to text Yoru. What was typed in the message box now was: "Hey"

Pfft, yeah that was not going to do it. Not, uh, going to get the full message across. I tapped my thumb against the backspace rapidly. Now, nothing was written in the text box. Back to square fucking one. I gazed off into the distance for a few moments.

"Fuck!" I yelled when my phone dinged. I flung it away from myself and promptly winced when it landed on the floor. "Oh hell," I mumbled and leaned over to pluck it off the floor. A notification lit up my screen as I turned it on. Aleks of all people had messaged me.

"Ur coming to the game right?"

I rolled my eyes and promptly replied: "I said I would"

Goddamn, it was so much easier to message Aleks than it was to message Yoru—and yeah, I wasn't even going to go into the implications there.

"So yes"

I rolled my eyes harder: "Yes Ally you insecure bish imma be there"

"All u had to say was yes"

With that, I considered the matter closed and the conversation done. Now, I was back to being tormented over how to word a text message to Yoru. After coming up with a whopping number of zero ideas, I considered just not showing up. Just ghosting. I mean, I hadn't been at school so Yoru would probably count on taking the bus there...

Alright fuck it, I'll just say whatever. Get this night over with.

I sent him, "When you do want me to pick you up?"

I barely breathed before three dots were popping up. Damn, this dude is quick as hell.

"I'm going to assume this is Noah"

Despite my embarrassment at not introducing myself—totally forgot—I found myself laughing. How creepy would that have been to just receive a text like that.

Especially these days.

I hummed and typed a message back. "Safe assumption"

"The game's at 7 and Lakeland high is thirty minutes away..."

"-_- are you seriously making this into a math problem student body president?"

"Pick me up at 6" was all he sent back.

I snorted: "According to your little math problem I can just sweep you up at 6:30"

"We have practice before the game"

Oh, right, I pursed my lips. Right.

"That and let's pick up food on the way"

"I don't think you should eat before the big game" I informed him dutifully.