Because it's always about you, isn't it? Seriously if you wanna talk then be there after my meet, if not then keep doing what you've been doing for the past two weeks and keep avoiding me.
I've out to finish up this shit for AP Bio so I'm turning off my phone.
( Eddie sticks to his word too and doesn't turn his phone back on until after the meet but, by then, he's already a mess. Not only emotionally but a mess physically now too. This shit has been weighing heavily on him, no doubt and their mini fight over text hadn't helped things especially when it came time for the meet this afternoon. So perhaps it's not that big of a deal that he's sitting alone, in the dark only luminated by a nearby streetlamp and wondering if he should go ahead and call his mom.
She was going to lose her fucking mind when she found out that he ate shit at the meet. His face is starting to bruise nicely but at least the nose bleed has stopped though it says nothing of the sprained ankle he now sports. The medical staff at the meet was nice enough to wrap it up for him but he knows that he'll probably have to go and see another doctor about it once his mom saw.
He glances at his phone again considering texting Rich but ultimately decided against it. If Rich wanted to talk to him then he would— )
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I've out to finish up this shit for AP Bio so I'm turning off my phone.
( Eddie sticks to his word too and doesn't turn his phone back on until after the meet but, by then, he's already a mess. Not only emotionally but a mess physically now too. This shit has been weighing heavily on him, no doubt and their mini fight over text hadn't helped things especially when it came time for the meet this afternoon. So perhaps it's not that big of a deal that he's sitting alone, in the dark only luminated by a nearby streetlamp and wondering if he should go ahead and call his mom.
She was going to lose her fucking mind when she found out that he ate shit at the meet. His face is starting to bruise nicely but at least the nose bleed has stopped though it says nothing of the sprained ankle he now sports. The medical staff at the meet was nice enough to wrap it up for him but he knows that he'll probably have to go and see another doctor about it once his mom saw.
He glances at his phone again considering texting Rich but ultimately decided against it. If Rich wanted to talk to him then he would— )