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He has had a sharp ringing sound in his ear from the sound of his digital alarm clock for the past few minutes. Paired with his mom’s nagging, he couldn’t help but wake up from the discomfort. He stretched, groggily reaching for his alarm clock to shut it off. In his attempt to do so, he saw a sequence of red flashing lights in the dark environment of his comfortably air conditioned room, reading out 7:05am.
Huh.
He swore his alarm was set earlier.
“Again..?” he mumbles to himself as he allows his tired eyes to lead him towards the dimly lit bathroom attached to his room. Getting ready was never a problem for him. If he wanted to, he could be out of the house in just 5 minutes, but sometimes sleep deprivation or early signs of dementia can be a huge pain.
Believe it or not, he almost forgot he was supposed to go to his first day in a new school. Great. Crazy as it sounds, he got kicked out of his old one.
Before you judge, it only happened because of a series of bad decisions made in a month’s time. The bad decision was staying up late at night, waking up late for school, and blaming the ‘buggy’ alarm clock. The expulsion email sent that noon was totally unexpected, according to himself, maybe not considering the 30 late days in a row.
Well, classes start at 8am, there was no excuse for being late this time.
When he arrived in front of his new school, he started observing the exterior of the building. ‘International School’, the signboard read. There was additional text at the top, but his height was being a problem for him once again.
While walking through the school gates, he checked the time on his phone. There were approximately 10 minutes before class started, which he thought was the perfect amount of time to explore the school. He placed his bag down near a stairwell and made his way towards the 2nd floor.
He saw lots of things. Lockers, students, teachers, classrooms, everything you could expect from a normal secondary school. While still roaming the same area, the school bell rang.
Shit.
He forgot where his form classroom was. He rubbed his temples, trying to recall the classroom number. 1… 1.05?? Yeah, that was probably it. Now all he had to do was ask a random dork to waste their time leading him to the classroom.
Unfortunately for him, everyone was already in their form classrooms, the halls were quite literally swept clean. He took 2 steps back, feeling a hard surface behind. He whipped his head around to see what was there. It was a teacher, a bit of a chubby ginger with a thick British accent and black glasses.
“Sweetie, why are you not in class yet?” she said in a friendly yet intimidating way, making the younger male flinch. “Uhmm.. I am a new student, I forgot where my classroom was..” he explained awkwardly. The teacher looked at him with an expression he couldn’t quite make out through her bright blue eyes.
“What's your name?” she asked.
“Lo Tayron.” he said in a flat tone.
The unknown teacher led Tayron to his classroom downstairs at level 1. “Thank you, miss” he said. “No problem,” the maybe nice teacher said. Tayron was about to walk off when she started talking again, “Just so you know, my name is Ms Clawson. If you ever have any troubles at school please let me know, my office is just around that corner,” she pointed somewhere in the distance where Tayron couldn’t really see, but he nodded his head and finally got to class.
He walked into a room of about 20 other students, and a teacher standing at the front of what seems to be a DT classroom with 4 big tables sitting separate around each other with no extra spots left.
Lucky for him, there was an empty seat beside this chubby kid with glasses, he had soft features and looked kind of cute, in his own opinion. Tayron decided to plop himself down in the seat next to him, earning a confused face from the other guy. Right after he placed his bag below the table, the teacher shot him a look, “Your late mister,” she said in an impatient voice. Right as he was about to apologise, she proudly announced, “Seats are fixed, if I catch you moving spots, it will be 20 minutes with me at lunch.” Great.
Finding out you have a crappy form tutor wasn’t Tayron’s vision of a ‘good first day,’ but he was feeling pretty social today, glancing over to the chubby guy beside him, now fidgeting with his pen. Making a new friend on his first day of school was obviously a good start. Therefore, he started talking to the chubby guy. “Oi,” not a great conversation starter, “What's your name dude?” Yeah, that was slightly better.
The guy responded quickly, “What happened to your voice?” apparently already judging Tayron when he had a raspy voice himself. Tayron probably accidentally shot him an offended scowl by the way the other male was looking at him. I mean, what other reaction could he have? Someone with a shitty voice was calling him out for having a shitty voice, not a very pleasant thing to be hearing in the morning.
“Okay bud” Tayron said in a cheeky voice. “Are you new too?” he added, shifting his chair closer to hear the other boy better. “Yeah,” his seatmate said, reaching his hand out for a handshake, “I guess we’re friends now?”
“Yeah I guess we are..” Tayron replied, ignoring the handshake gesture. “Still haven’t got your name though,” he quickly added. “Yeah, uhm.. My name’s Pathan,” he said while fiddling with his fingers. This guy was so awkward for no reason. Was one of them supposed to be rude or something? It was probably alright, there were plenty of students he could be friends with if things got too awkward.
…
Well it looks like he thought wrong.
He turned around to hear most of his classmates speaking either Mandarin or Korean, both languages he wasn’t very good at. Looks like he has to stick with this ‘Pathan’ guy.
“Nice, my name is Tayron..” he said, not looking up at the other guy. Pathan slowly nodded his head while he started digging through his pencil case, trying to find something, a piece of paper, actually. How interesting. “Write down your number, we can text tonight if you want,” Pathan said while fishing a pen out of his pocket. Why does this guy carry a pen in his pocket anyway?
Before he had the chance to ask, he got interrupted by his form tutor. “7 Sigma,” was that really the name of his class? “You will be put in pairs for a treasure hunt activity later in the day,” she sighed, “You may choose a partner if you’d like.”
Like on cue, two guys turned towards each other, locking eyes and seemingly understanding what the other person was going to request. Maybe they’d make good friends afterall. Pathan fixed his glasses, then broke the now awkward eye contact to face the suddenly very interesting DT projects displayed on the shelf from across their table. Tayron decided to look too, there was nothing better to do anyway.
The shelves displayed many student works from last year, mostly consisting of a corner part of a bedroom design. Some were cute and some had no effort put into them, different people different work he guessed. Tayron moved his head higher to see the Year 11 projects, all of these were really good. 3D printed perfume bottles for an IGCSE score, not bad. While still looking around for the Year 8 projects, the bell went off.
“Proceed to the MPH before 10.30,” his form tutor said tiredly as she took out her own packed food to eat at her desk. Students slowly walked out of the classroom in groups, while Pathan and Tayron blindly followed them like mindless ants.
They walked a few steps forward before Tayron bumped into someone. “Oh, sorry man.”
“Oh shit dude!” Pathan chimed in, walking closer towards the person he bumped into to give him a fist bump. Tayron glanced towards his view to see a tall Chinese dude with dark, barely curly hair standing in front of both of them.
Tayron gently pulled Pathan away from the other guy, “Who’s this guy?” he whispered rather loudly. The tall guy directed his attention to him now. Well, this is weird… “Oh! He’s from my old school,” Pathan whispered back, also quite loudly.
“My name’s Jovern,” the tall guy claimed with a polite smile. “And you..?”
Before Tayron could start his sentence, Pathan interrupted him. “His name is Tayron, you guys should totally become friends!” A big grin flashed on his face, like he was a little kid mindlessly playing with those dirty tic-tac-toe mechanisms at a playground again.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out they were really good friends back in their old school or something. But seriously, that mood switch after Pathan saw Jovern was quick, even a pink collar worker would be jealous. Pathan should really get tested for Bipolarity.
A quiet silence reigned over them before it was quickly interrupted by one of Jovern’s friends asking him to follow to the canteen. Tayron shifted slightly to see Pathan waving at Jovern. Now they were alone again, and it was awkward, again..
“Are you gonna eat?” Pathan asked, breaking the silence while picking at his nails. What a stupid question, honestly.
“No, you?” also a stupid question.
“Same as you”
“Doesn’t look like it.”
…
Oh.
“Oh.”
Pathan looked Tayron dead in the eyes as the realization hit, a scowl appearing on the other’s face. “Are you calling me fat?”
Tayron whipped his head back in laughter. “Dude- I swear it was on impulse!” he said, managing between giggles, with Pathan visibly offended.
“I’m not even that fat, why does everyone keep saying thaaat??” Pathan sighed, using his hands to cover his face in disappointment, which made Tayron cackle even louder. Students nearby stared at them because of Tayron’s squeaky laughter.
Laughing at a new friend for being fat probably will turn into a toxic friendship later on, but Tayron didn’t really think they would make it far. Maybe when they go their own separate friendgroups, Pathan will be declared as his first friend in this school. To think it would be embarrassing in the future is probably likely, but he wasn’t having a super bad time with this guy either.
I mean, sure, it was kinda awkward and they haven’t really had a proper conversation yet, but Tayron was already looking forward to the mentioned treasure hunt later on in the day with Pathan.
Then, the bell rang again.
Tayron quickly dismissed the situation, looping his arm around Pathan’s, walking together to the MPH for assembly. It was crowded after all, they were supposed to sit with each other as a class.
Nothing much was said in the assembly, just boring talk about CCAs, sports teams, school rules, dress code, everything you would expect from the start of academic year assembly. Seeing some of the seniors drift off to sleep, Tayron could only assume they repeated the same information every year.
The school actually looks nice and shit during gatherings, actually having something to sit on during assembly? Hell yeah. But what made it unappealing was the fact that everyone, including staff had to put the chairs back after assembly. Free labour and chairs, wow.
It was weird enough students are still being enrolled into this school, there were already rumours about ‘underpaying the teachers’, causing them to be understaffed. But the only people that should have a right to complain are the foreign teachers.
What can they say? Well- a lot actually. The economy is shit here, the teachers know that too. Who would even wanna move countries just to work at a shitty school where you get underpaid and harassed by popular kids? Maybe a pedophile, but the only one in the school is a local, so maybe not.
Actually- that wasn’t even that bad. What’s worse is the dress code. No one really pays attention when teachers talk about dress code. But apparently, you can get detention and an email sent home for dress code now. So if you forget to wear a button up shirt on a random Friday, you will have 20 minutes during lunch with your head of year, which Tayron learned was actually Ms Clawson.
That name rang a bell.
No, well- the school bell rang. But that name felt oddly familiar. Tayron was never the one with memory anyway, nothing to care about.
While walking out of the big MPH doors, Tayron saw a glimpse of Pathan walking faster, attempting to catch-up with him.
Pathan put an arm on Tayron’s shoulder and grinned widely, “Y’know what time it is!!!”, “Wha-?” Tayron said lazily, lifting Pathan’s heavy arm off his now relaxed shoulder before Pathan put it back on.
“Treasure hunt, treasure hunt!” Pathan said with his tongue out, probably expecting a reciprocated excitement from Tayron. He let out an exaggerated gasp while batting his eyelashes and a large smirk. “Treasure hunt, treasure hunt!” he said, trying to match the same energy, practically skipping by now.
Everyone gathered up in the field for a briefing. A team has two people, you need to find 10 plastic eggs scattered around the school. The first five pairs to find the eggs within 60 minutes receive a mystery box each. They thought it was easy at first, but unbeknownst to Tayron and Pathan, they hadn’t seen a single-weirdly coloured plastic egg anywhere in the school. Maybe they needed more than an hour for this.
While everyone was talking, probably strategising or something, they blew a horn, signalling the start of the hour. Students scrambled out of the field, one or two tripping on the stairs while Tayron and Pathan were still standing there.
“Oh what the hell”, Tayron stretched, then turned to look at Pathan, who was now running away from him. “What the hell!” Tayron screamed while chasing Pathan, why the hell was he running towards the edge of the field..? They don’t know how stupid they look right now, by the way.
When Pathan stopped, Tayron stopped too, residing a few steps behind him trying to catch his breath. “What was that for!?” Tayron exclaimed as Pathan crouched down, looking through the grass carefully. “I have a feeling..” Pathan said, also trying to catch his breath, “I think they might hide some eggs here.” He finished.
Why was this guy already losing his marbles, the afternoon just started. “Doesn’t mean you have to start fucking running???” Pathan stared at Tayron with a deadpanned expression, slowly turning it into a pout, what a baby.
“Someone might hog the eggs.. That’s the point of the game, no?” he said while still swooping a suspicious pile of small rocks to find a pink plastic egg. Pathan slowly picks it up, inspecting it as if it were Rubellite.
“Hah, told you!” Pathan declared as he stuffed the plastic egg into his pocket. “Nine more to go,“ Before Tayron could finish his sentence, Pathan found another egg, this time yellow, in the same pile of small rocks. “Found another one!” Pathan said proudly. Who the heck planted these eggs?
“So eight more to go?” Tayron tried digging in a separate pile to find nothing, was this supposed to be a decoy?
“Yeaaah, I can’t find any more here.” Pathan was kinda doing all the work right now, they both knew that. Pathan whipped his head towards Tayron, “You owe me!” he advised, while stuffing the newer egg into his free pocket. Collecting two plastic eggs doesn’t really give you the right to boss someone around, but that's what Pathan thinks and Tayron doesn’t really care. Yet.
They slowly moved out of the field, water from the fake grass splashing on to their previously dry legs. Tayron almost slipped trying to wipe the water off the side of his thigh.
He caught a glimpse of a small green object underneath a row of lockers. As he bent down to pick it up, a tall girl swooped it out of his reach, almost pushing him to the floor.
As Tayron was regaining his balance, preparing to throw a fit, he saw her face. Constant small features usually look ugly, but this girl made them compliment her also small face perfectly. In other words, she was.. Beautiful. She seemed quite athletic too.
Now he was just standing there like an idiot, cheeks flushed pink, silently watching her reunite with her teammate. Her sweet scent of perfume left a lingering trail behind her, abandoning a soft floral scent in the air. Whoa.
Seeing pretty girls was not new for Tayron. Believe it or not, he has had a small fetish of watching thirst traps of pretty girls, though he will never admit it to anyone out loud. But she was different, he had never seen one like this. Was this love? Maybe. He might as well completely forget what she did wrong, but Pathan won’t.
“Wow, what a bitch.” Pathan scoffed, holding a third egg in his palm. “A pretty one,” Tayron smirked, taking the egg out of Pathan’s grip. He gently placed it inside a plastic bag he found from his pocket. Why did he judge Pathan for having a pencil in his?
Pathan took the previous two eggs out from his pocket and threw them inside from a further distance, smiling when both of them went in perfectly.
After exploring level 1 for a while longer, it started getting more and more crowded. Plus, the pair had a hard time finding more eggs, people probably took them all. Call it competitive spirit or whatever.
They advanced upstairs at level 2, Tayron didn’t really get to finish looking around the last time he was here, so this is a good opportunity. Right across from a computing classroom laid a library with only two pairs of people inside.
Tayron has always felt that libraries were the ‘major spot’ for treasure hunts.The only treasure hunt he did in the past was a small easter day activity hosted in the library. There were only 20 eggs total and his classmates were basically turning feral for those balls of plastic, not to mention they were pretty hard to find. The prefects were evil for lodging them between those 3D interactive books.
Taking that into consideration, he signalled for him and Pathan to split up. He slowly walked into the library, almost bumping into the scanner. There was a circular area in the center of the library with a suspicious amount of beanbags. Tayron has seen enough suspicious today to know what that means.
He stepped onto the cellular platform with his shoes off, carefully lifting a bright green beanbag to confirm his suspicions. As he predicted, there lay another plastic egg.
He went around that same area, lifting a few beanbags, each and every one having an egg underneath. He had six eggs total, meaning he had found three, just from looking under beanbags.
Tayron decided to leave the rest of the beanbags alone, leaving the rest for other people to find. He left that library feeling very good about himself, kindness is a virtue afterall. Time to find Pathan now.
They reunited not long after, showing each other the eggs they found.
“How many eggs did you find?” Pathan asked curiously, ruffling his own hair. “Like three, what ‘bout you?” Tayron replied proudly.
“I found four eggs,” Pathan said pompously, showing Tayron the proof. No way he just got one-upped! The eggs Pathan is holding were all mostly yellow in colour, looking almost golden from the glistening sunlight.
“How’d you even get this many? We were separated for like what, 9 minutes?” Tayron lifted the plastic bag resting on his wrist. Pathan instinctively put his eggs into the bag, starting to recount the total amount inside.
“We have exactly 10 eggs. We should run back quick, we’re almost out of time!” Pathan grabs Tayron’s arm and runs down the stairs, back towards the field.
There was a teacher at the very end of the field, holding a laminated yellow card, reading the number ‘5’. Unfortunately, there was another pair dashing towards the teacher too, two Korean boys that were from the same class as them. This was starting to feel like a race, but Tayron will not lose to two kimchi eating bastards.
Both teams started sprinting faster after sharing eye contact, wind pushing their hair backwards, faces turning red, sweat dripping down each other’s foreheads. Tayron knew the extra hot weather today was no good.
Finally, Tayron reached the teacher, slowing down to grab the card. Him and Pathan thought they finally won, but right when the card landed in Tayron’s palm, one of the shorter Korean boys snatched it right out of hand. Running away, then cheering with his teammate.
Tayron will forever blame everything on his sweaty palms.
“Hey!” Pathan shouted, at their action, “That's cheating! We got the card first!” Pathan continued complaining. The teacher pretended to not hear his plea, turning towards the Korean boys to give an applause. Pathan and Tayron were basically fuming, turning quiet and being too angry to attend the award ceremony.
Tayron followed Pathan towards the lockers, the bell ringing right as they reached. Tayron picked a dark red locker beside Pathan’s for convenience. He started unpacking, pulling the zipper on his bag to retrieve his newly bought school books. A fresh stack of workbooks and textbooks slowly made their way into Tayron’s locker.
The fresh smell of new books felt quite soothing, the day has been stressful so far. Tayron was still salty about the treasure hunt, it is gonna be really awkward once they start having actual classes. The only good thing that came out of the hunt was meeting that pretty girl with the nice perfume. Tayron couldn’t stop thinking about her, he remembered being mad, but not why.
Tayron doesn’t really hold grudges against people for small issues, and his admiration for ‘mystery girl’ was clouding up his thoughts. He decided to make it his mission to talk to her, maybe getting Pathan into this will be helpful.
How would Pathan help though? He can’t even be considered Tayron’s homeboy yet, it's likely he shouldn’t tell Pathan about his little crush on mystery girl yet. But it was evident that she had a bad first impression on Pathan. Man called her a bitch within 30 seconds of seeing her, but maybe he was just a misogynist. Tayron should probably look into that.
It was lunchtime now, but today was already feeling stressful. The first day of school is supposed to be filled with awkwardness, but this one felt.. loud. Too loud. Was everyday presumably this hectic around here? Tayron cares about that obviously, he just wants a peaceful secondary school life without problems.
Making a few more friends and getting good grades seemed like the only thing Tayron ever wanted in the world right now. Stress and exhaustion wasn’t a good combo, and it was really getting to him. Going home didn’t seem like a bad option right now, but Tayron was afraid he might miss something important, the first few days of school were crucial too.
The school day finally ended. The final ring of the bell gave Tayron a sense of relief. The rest of the school day mostly consisted of icebreakers and stuff about introducing yourself. The only good part about today was meeting Pathan. Like, yeah it was kinda awkward at first, but Tayron somehow already warmed up to him, he’s essentially a nice guy. They had the same vibe, and it was fun being around him.
While walking back to their lockers together, Pathan gave Tayron a small pinch on the shoulder. “Can you stay back after school?” He asked in a polite tone. Tayron shot him a curious look, which made him continue, “We can play basketball together, my brother said the MPH is open after school.”
“Yeah of course dude,” Tayron said as a smile crept onto his face. He liked playing basketball. Despite his short figure, he could actually play pretty well. He looked up at Pathan for any signs of excitement too, but he was already talking to someone else. Tayron swore he was with him the whole day, how did he already have more friends than him?
Before Tayron could greet the other guy, he had already left with a high-five from Pathan. “Who’s that?” Tayron said as his hand unconsciously moved onto Pathan’s shoulders. “That’s a guy from my old school too,” he grinned, “his name is Mathan by the way, we should play basketball with him some other time, he’s sporty as hell.”
The loud clank of Pathan’s locker being slammed made Tayron wake up a bit. “C’mon, let’s go already!”
What an impatient brat, Tayron thought as he rolled a freshly pumped basketball out of his own locker, dribbling while following Pathan towards the MPH.
They reached the MPH, finding every court occupied by female volleyball players. Pathan and Tayron waited by the benches for a group to leave. Right as they were walking to the now free spot came a pair of Korean boys. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?
“How many times are they gonna continue bothering us?” Pathan sighed, disappointment and annoyance finally getting to Tayron as he approached them.
“What the shibal is your problem?” Tayron hissed, throwing the Korean slur in an attempt to make Pathan laugh. It didn’t work though, a group of girls walked by, giggling and whispering amongst themselves.
Tayron only realised how cringe it was after saying it out loud, Embarrassing. Those Korean kids are never gonna take him seriously. He might as well change schools again actually.
The shorter one started at him while the taller one said some unintelligible words while looking at the ceiling, shortly groaning after. They almost completely ignored Tayron, talking and giggling. Were they making fun of him? Did they even understand English?
Pathan saw the scene, he walked over, “2v2, basketball, now.” He instructed. Snatching Tayron’s basketball and standing in front of a hoop, securing their team’s hoop on the right side of the court. Tayron’s grip on that ball was pretty strong, Pathan is likely good at stealing the ball from the other team.
Hey, they might win!
The taller one nodded, pushing the shorter Korean to their side of the court. Then, the game started.
The sound of sneakers squeaking on the shiny floor echoed through the MPH, mixing with the low hum of the aircon.
“Ball in,” Pathan said, tossing it over. Tayron caught it easily, the ball slapping against his palms. “You sure you even wanna try to win?” he teased the guy.
The Korean just gave a short shrug, he seemed off guard enough. Tayron took off running, dribbled once, then slipped past him like it was nothing. “Bro, ankles,” Pathan called, laughing.
Tayron went for a shot, but the taller Korean came up fast, hands in the air. The ball bounced off his arm and rolled away. “Seriously?” Tayron muttered.
Pathan snatched it off the floor before it could hit the wall. “Wait, I'll carry.” He faked going one side, turned, and then passed it back. Tayron caught it, attempting to shoot it again, swish. Clean.
“One to zero,” Pathan said proudly, holding up a finger like they just won the NBA. Tayron was proud too, smiling to himself. “Me and my amazing teammate,” he giggled.
The Koreans tried harder after that. The tall one guarded closer, the short one kept trying for the ball, but Pathan and Tayron were so amazingly in sync. Pathan knew when to pass, Tayron knew when to shoot. It wasn’t perfect, but it was just smooth enough to make it look easy.
At one point, Tayron stumbled a little and the short Korean snorted. “You okay there?”
Tayron ignored him but gave a sharp grin.
He ran up, turned his shoulder, and tossed the ball up quickly. It went straight in. Pathan clapped once, loud. “Two to zero, let’s gooo!”
The tall Korean was not having fun anymore. He pushed a little too hard when Pathan ran by.
“Bro, chill!” Pathan said, eyebrows shot up. “Accident,” he replied.
Tayron stepped in, hand out. “We’re not competing in the olympics, relax.”
Then, the last round came. Pathan had an amazing throw, ball to Tayron from across the court. He caught it mid-run, jumped, and shot. The ball hit the rim, bounced once, and dropped in.
“Three to zero!” Pathan yelled, throwing his arms up like a maniac.
“Woo hoo!” Tayron cheered.
The Koreans groaned, muttered something, then leaving without a word. They both started at them, laughing. The kind of laugh that echoed too loud for how empty the place was. Tayron sat down on the side bench, still grinning.
“That was fun,” he said, leaning back on a wall.
“Yeah, what an easy game” Pathan said dramatically, wiping sweat off his forehead with his shirt.
Tayron nudged him. “You talk too much for someone who nearly fell earlier.”
“Nearly,” Pathan said, smirking. “Keyword nearly.”
Tayron rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t stop smiling. The MPH felt quiet again, just the hum of the aircon and the sound of Pathan’s shoes dragging across the floor. For a second, it didn’t feel like school anymore. Just them, the court, and the echo of a good moment.
After enough rest and chat, he signaled for Pathan to follow him somewhere. “Come on.”
Pathan looked up. “Where?” Tayron didn’t answer right away, just nodded toward the far end of the hall, where the stairs to the drop-off area was.
Pathan frowned at his ignored question, but followed anyway, grabbing his bottle from the bench. Their footsteps echoed as they walked, the sound of the basketball still rolling behind them, slowing down until it stopped completely.
They walked each other to the drop-off area, where they waved goodbye to each other before getting in their own cars. Right when Tayron got in, he threw his bag in his other seat where his brother was supposed to sit, forcing him to sit in the passenger seat. Taysean was supposed to be a passenger princess anyway.
He removed his phone from his left pocket and placed it in between his thumb and index fingers, checking the notifications present since this morning. Tayron was watching reels when he suddenly received a notification from Pathan.
Unknown number
this tayron?
You
Yea
Unknown number
okok
You
yea
u free soon?
*** seen
Did he just get left on seen? Dry texters are seriously so annoying.. They just met though, he guessed it was alright.
Tayron had just finished a hot shower and meal. He was cozily lounging on his bed, casually scrolling on his phone half-awake. He was about to drift off to sleep when he got another text from Pathan. He quickly reminded himself to change his contact information.
Pathan🥺🥺
do u hv insta
You
yea
u tryna stalk my page?
Pathan 🥺🥺
whats ur insta
Tayron was about to reply, but before he could do so, his already heavy eyelids drooped down further, his eyes betraying him as he drifted off into sleep. Unfortunately for Tayron, he left Pathan’s chat open on his phone. I mean, It's not his fault he barely slept last night.
Tomorrow will be a new day. Hopefully, him and Pathan will finally get out of the ‘awkward friends’ stage soon.