<jpov>
I looked down at my phone, waiting for a reply.
Nothing.
My message had been sitting there, delivered, for at least thirty minutes. When you gave someone your number, got theirs, and then texted them, they were supposed to answer. Immediately.
Right?
While I was ranting in my head about being morally right, my phone buzzed on my knee, startling me.
Troye: hi
I smiled to myself, not even considering leaving him on read to torture him, like some people do.
Me: didn't see you today
Troye: that's because i wasn't here
Me: where were you
Troye: woah, slow down there tiger
Me: sorry
Troye: it's fine, we just aren't good friends yet
Me: how long will it take for that to happen
Troye: like i said, slow down a little. enjoy it while you can
Me: i feel like you're talking about something else
Troye: maybe i am
Troye: gotta go bye
Me: bye
I slid my phone into my back pocket and sighed, sliding onto the ground.
What was he up to, I wondered.
Why doesn't he like me?
[ a/n: yeah ik i like it when jacob is the one pining for troye okay?? and ALSO! 130 reads! is a lot! i love y'all so much. stay safe and happy. xx kay ]
JE LEEST
Please Don't Bite 🌹 tracob
FanfictieNo one knew I made music, except for my mom. So, I didn't expect him to get a hold of one of my CDs. He never told anyone, but NO ONE was supposed to know. Especially not him.
