Page 44 of Rules of the Game

Anon13: Well, I fucked up today.

Me: Did you at least apologize?

Anon13: Not for what I should have. It’s for the best. You know?

Me: Somehow I doubt that.

Me: Want to talk about it?

Anon13: Not tonight.

Me: You’ll never guess where I am.

Anon13: Where?

Me: Guess first.

Anon13: If I knew your whole name I’d be calling you it now.

Anon13: You’re at your boyfriend’s house and he’s currently staring jealously at you while you smile at your phone.

A smirk pulled the corner of my lips.

Me: He wishes.

Anon13: Who wishes?

Me: Lucas.

Anon13: I bet he does.

Anon13: So? Are you going to explain why you’re apparently being stared down by Lucas or are you going to leave me guessing?

Me: Not stared down. But I’m crashing here tonight. There may have been a small fire at my place.

Anon13: Are you okay?

Me: As okay as I can be.

I winced when he took longer than necessary to answer. I knew he’d be worried about me, which was why I didn’t tell him.

Anon13: And that’s why you’re staying with the guy you hate?

Me: yes

Anon13: Good.

Me: You should’ve seen him. He was actually sweet before going all cold as ice again.

Me: He kinda rescued me.

Anon13: He’s an asshole and you’re not a damsel in distress. Do I have to give you the whole speech again?

Me: Maybe

Anon13: You’re the smartest, wittiest, most determined person I know. It’s been hard but you’ve been doing amazing. Don’t let some dick make you feel any different.

Me: Yeah, you aren’t too bad yourself. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, k?

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