Race's next attempt was to give Spot someone to talk to. Spot was a pretty quiet person, as long as he wasn't getting into a fight, and Race figured he had a lot on his mind.
When Spot goes to the bathroom during class one day, Race sees this as a perfect opportunity. He writes his number on a piece of scrap paper and slips it into Spot's binder. He spends the rest of the day praying that Spot won't tear it up and throw it away.
Spot doesn't find the note until he gets home later that day.
"hey, it's me again :)
you look lonely. want someone to talk to? i can help. txt me xxx-xxx-xxxx
-ur english buddy"
Spot groans and tosses the paper to the side.
It doesn't leave his mind while he's doing homework. It doesn't leave his mind when he's picking at his dinner. It doesn't leave his mind when his parents start fighting and he goes to his bedroom to hide. It doesn't even leave his mind when he has his headphones on, blasting his music at a volume that probably isn't healthy.
"Jesus fucking christ," he mutters as he finds the paper and puts the number into his phone. He doesn't send a message until he hears a plate breaking downstairs.
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