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⤷ 𝟚𝟟,, 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘

buddy <3
[ 2.47 pm ]

hi buddy

hey

i need to tell you something

okay

go on

but not on text

should i be concerned?

uh

well, i don't know

you just...

before i start, i'm sorry

you're kinda scaring me now

can i call you?

yeah sure

call me

( ✰ )

"oi."

a small smile creeps upon your lips as you hear his voice through your phone.

"hey, buddy."

"what's up? you're kinda scaring me now," he says.

you can hear some sounds coming from the other side of the phone.

oh, how you wish you didn't have to say anything to him.

how you wish that you could just talk to him normally and ignore the fact that you know his real name.

"it's..." you sigh as you start to talk.

why is this so hard?

you bite your lip, then shaking your head.

"okay, please hear me out before you reply to anything i'm gonna say."

"sure."

the boy sits down on his desk chair and leans backwards. worry is seen on his face, he really wishes you are doing okay.

will you not come to nationals anymore? is that it? won't you two meet each other in two days?

whatever it is, he's concerned. and curious.

"okay so, here goes nothing," you mumble,

you take a deep breath and just say it. yeah, you're just gonna say it, because if you don't do it now, you won't do it ever.

"i know your name," you blurt out, your own eyes wide. you place your hand in front of your mouth.

you really said it.

on the other side of your phone, the boy widens his eyes, "what–"

he feels anger boiling inside of him. how fucking dare she?

"hear me out!" you yell, eyes wide. "it's not like i wanted to know! i mean, of course i want to know your name, but only when you'd tell me. i wanted to know it in two days, but it all went wrong. and i got my friends to blame for this one," you say.

you sigh and lean your head in your hands, hands on your face. "i'm so sorry. they found out by the things that you have told me about you and they were curious. then they blurted it out two days ago on december 31st. i never wanted it to go this way, but i had to tell you or i'd feel so bad for pretending i didn't know your name. i get it if you're mad," you say, shaking your head.

the anger in the boy vanishes upon hearing your words.

it wasn't you who found out?

"i'm so sorry, buddy. i understand if you don't want to talk to me ever again because of this because i betrayed your trust and–"