You're Not Allowed To Fall in Love With Me (COMPLETED)

Chapter 35

"Come on, just try and text him." Virgil muttered, staring at his phone. "You haven't blocked him, right? So why the frick can't you text him." Virgil laughed and leaned back until his back hit the wall. "Because you're scared. Great."

"Who're you talking to?"

Virgil looked up at his older brother, quickly pressing his phone-screen into his hoodie so that Remy couldn't see who he was trying to text.

"No one. Just myself."

Remy shrugged. "Well, if you see mum or dad, tell them I'll be back by four."

"What? Four am or four pm? Is Emile going to take up all your time again?"

Remy laughed slightly. "Probably. What's it to you, babes?"  He muttered before leaving, closing the door behind him. Virgil sighed and stood up. Sitting on the stairs with your head so close to the banister was not an ideal situation.

"God, Virge, why can't you just text him?" He muttered, running up the stairs and into his bedroom. "It's not that damn difficult."

Virgil sighed and quickly typed something out before hitting the send button before he could second-guess himself.

"Wow, Virge. Wow. You've been avoiding him for ages and the first thing you text him in over a month is 'Hi?' Wow." Virgil thought, already mentally beating himself up for what he'd just sent.

Roman checked his phone with very little interest. He was at a play rehearsal for something that was happening next month, what could be more interesting than that? He read the text message and his hand shot right up in the air.

"Roman, what is it?"

"Um, Rosie? Can I go to the bathroom?" He asked. The director sighed. She wasn't much older than him and she was taking on a lot of stress so it was understandable.

"Fine. But be back soon. We need you for this next scene."

Roman nodded his thanks and shot up, slipping his phone into the pocket of his black trousers as he sped out of the auditorium. His heart was beating unusually fast.

"I guess Storm Cloud did hear me." He muttered as he pulled his phone out in the corridor. "What the fuck do I say back to him? Calm down Roman, all you need to do is text back 'Hi' or something." He thought. Why was it suddenly so hard to hit letters on a keyboard? "Virge probably thinks I'm ghosting him now." He thought suddenly. "But what the Hell am I meant to say? 'Hi' isn't going to do either of us any good." Sighing, he slipped his phone back into his pocket and walked back towards the stage. He'd figure this out when he got home.

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Virgil crossed his ankles over one-another as he opened his notebook. "Wow." He thought. "I really haven't written in a while. Last entry, 12th of February." He laughed slightly and noted down the new date, looking around the field for any action or interaction between the groups. There was nothing much, just the normal, everyday interactions between some of the groups. There was only one difference that Virgil could see, really. A girl - and Virgil could tell she was a girl. Biggest know-it-all in his History class, they'd talked once or twice - who usually hung out with the 'Quiet Kids' was sitting on her own, reading a book. Still, this wasn't uncommon. She had started out as a 'Bookworm' and people never stray far from their original groups.

He heard someone sit down on the wall beside him but wasn't really phased by it, as long as they didn't invade his personal space.

"Hey." A cautious voice whispered. Virgil felt a flutter of panic in his throat but swallowed it down.

"Hey." He muttered back.

"I guess we're back at square one, huh?" Roman asked and Virgil could hear him tilting his head away.

"Guess so."

"So... where do we go from now?"

Writer's! Block! Is! A! Bitch! Please send help.
Bye,
Queenie