Oliver doesn't show up. I wait until one of the waiters tell me the cafe is about to close, and I walk home by myself.
I take my phone and type a long paragraph about how we were supposed to be friends, and friends didn't do that to each other, and it was the sixth time he had ghosted me. I delete it. I ring the doorbell and my sister opens the door.
" Where have you been? Dad brought Chinese home", she says. I mumble that I'm not hungry and trudge up the stairs. I lock the door and flop onto my bed.
I am awoken by the notification sound of a text. Oliver: Sorry ☹︎. Something came up w Chris and the boys.
I close my phone and hold the bridge of my nose. I open it and text him back. lol. no worries. i went home and finished the History project anyways.
He sends a surprised face emoji and says he didn't even know we had a history project. I text him until my mom comes to turn off my room light.
I almost miss the bus because of Venus. She's one of the most OCD people ,like, ever. She always, always makes sure that her curls are neatly tied into either a bun or a low ponytail, and her books are never ever scattered.
what type of cheese do u think I would be? , I text Oliver. He responds right away. Easy. Mozzarella . Perfect for pizza and breadsticks. I look over my shoulder at him and roll my eyes. It's weird because I hate Mozzarella cheese. I have told him, multiple times. But it feels like a metaphor. Like, I'm only good for when he wants someone to talk to when his 'real friends' are busy.
I send him a meme and close my phone
(will continue in May hopefully
