It was Wednesday. Technically, Thursday since no one had thought to bring me out the gaff yet.
I bounce my leg furiously paced, checking my phone constantly to make sure Roms wasn't chatting any shit. Everything was put together neatly — my bag was filled up with all my shit, the sheets I slept in were folded neatly as though no one had come to intrude to begin with.
Hopefully, I could leave out the door without saying a word to Thea. Untraceable. No goodbye. No connection, little interaction... like I had initially hoped. This girl, though, man... she was different.
She was so ready to ask anything about everything. I breathe funny around her, it was a 'what's wrong, you alright?'. I was on my phone for too long, it was a 'who's that, who you texting?' I turn on the fucking news, she thinks I'm trying to look for a friend who got shot or something.
