I was quite sick
Earlier when I arrived at school, I saw Oddette
approaching me with the same pout on her face. I couldn't
contact her yesterday due to the fact that I lost my phone and that
I was already running late to go to school.
"I've been waiting for you for so long," her friend
grumbled, the moment I closed the distance between the two of
us. "Why are you late?" she added, her arms were by her waist
as she furrowed her brows. I only let out a chuckle. "Anyway,
here's your phone." Upon seeing my device on her hands, my
forehead knitted into a thin line. How did she get this? I've been
looking all over the place for my phone. "You came to our house
yesterday but you never went inside. What happened?" she
continued, her face turning oddly strange.
"I had an upset stomach but thank you," I said as I
grabbed my phone from her hands.
"Well luckily, my brother found your phone at the
doorstep of our house," she uttered, escorting her friend inside
the classroom. "Anyway, how are you feeling?"
"I'm better now," I answered. "I'm sorry for yesterday. I
thought I could handle it after resting a bit at home but turns out,
I passed out on my bed," I lied.
"What? Then you're not yet okay!" she exclaimed to
which I laughed. I don't even know where I got these skills to
hide my feelings and lie with a straight face.
Since my parents died, I've learned a lot of things by
myself including not asking for other people's opinion and
striving to be submissive to some people.
I bit my lip as I realized what just happened. If Oddette
was holding onto my phone from yesterday, does that mean
she...?
A chill ran down my spine as I immediately opened my
phone. I didn't put any passwords on my phone so it was easy to
access it from the inside. My attention first went towards the text
messages only to notice Oddie's name disappear. He deleted it.
He deleted our conversation, our call history and even his
contact information on my phone.
How could he be so cruel to not leave me even with
memories?
I took a deep breath.
He was probably afraid that I might expose him about
everything that happened to us yet I will never. I don't want to
humiliate myself nor do I want him to feel embarrassed. I know
Oddette and Miranda will understand and so I stopped myself.
My hand balled into a fist as I continued to scroll on my
phone. I went to check my Facebook account, only to remember
that user who added me before.
I remembered him leaving me a message on my
messenger and I wasn't able to check it at all. I clicked my
messages and scrolled towards the logs. Upon seeing his name
on the side, I opened the message request only to see his
message unsent.
Did he remove it?
My forehead knitted into a thin line. That's a shame. I
was curious about what he might have wanted to say to me.
As I was lost in my own thoughts, I was only back to
reality when I heard someone's voice. His eyes were staring at
me with deep concern and seriousness as he grabbed my phone
away from my hands. Nervousness crept into my body as my
heart started pounding hard.
I couldn't believe what was happening. James scolded
me in front of the class due to my lack of attention. My face
turned bright red.
Again, if only earth could just swallow me whole