Virgil's P.O.V
I sighed, resting my head in my hand as I sat in class bored out of my mind. I was tuning out the teacher, completely zoned off when my phone vibrating brought me back to reality. I hid my phone under my desk and looked at the screen.
One new message from: Roman
I growled slightly, opening the message quickly.
Roman: Virgil I'm bored!
Virgil: well I'm in class, so fuck off
Roman: that hurt... I'm in class to but I'm still texting you :(
Virgil:...sorry for snapping. This is one of the only classes I'm failing and I need to fix it, my parents will literally kill me if I fail it at the end of the year.
Roman: it's okay, and that sucks. If only we could just skip together.
Virgil: 1. We probably don't go to the same school, 2. We just started talking meeting this soon may be a bad idea, and 3. I kinda wish I could skip, seriously debating it rn.
Roman: how cool would it be if we went to the same school!
Virgil: It'd be cool, but I have terrible anxiety so I'd probably ruin everything.
Roman: Aw, I don't think you'd ruin anything. I'd like you, no matter how nervous or awkward you got!
Virgil: Thanks Roman, shit I got to go the teacher caught me. Time to lie my way out of this.
Roman: Lmao. Bye Virg, text ya later.
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Wrong number, buddy. (Mainly a Prinxiety texting fix)
FanfictionWARNING: Physical and mental abuse by parents is mentions!! Unknown number: Hey! It's roman, from the party! Virgil: sorry buddy, wrong number. Unknown number: dammit. Unknown number: wanna talk anyway? Virgil: no. Roman thought the guy had given hi...
