Page 170 of Pierce Me

Secondvoice: No, what?

Isaiah: No, I don’t scroll the internet, because I’ll see my face plastered on every page. And no, I don’t live on this planet, not the same as you. I live on a different planet, where I have to avoid my phone like the plague instead of being addicted to it. I live on a planet where I can’t go on social media or text my friends, because it might get leaked and I might read whatever dumb thing we said, on the news the next day. Which I don’t read. Or I’ll want to kill myself.

*silence*

Firstvoice: Are you an actual idiot?

Isaiah:Yes.

Isaiah: Yes, I am.

Firstvoice: Are you actually crying right now, your highness?

Isaiah: That’s none of your business.

Secondvoice: He definitely is.

Firstvoice: Shut up, Fee.

Firstvoice: You know that crying won’t save you now, right?

Secondvoice: You have messed up so badly, you have no idea.

Isaiah: I know. I know.

Isaiah: I’m so sorr– Hold on.

*silence*

Isaiah: Ok, I’m back.

Firstvoice: Dude, seriously? Where did you go?

Isaiah: To throw up real quick.

Secondvoice: Ew.

Firstvoice: TMI, man.

Isaiah: You asked.

Isaiah: Listen, please, tell her to come to my concert. I’m begging you.

Firstvoice: I’m not going to force her to confront you again.

Isaiah: No, not force her… You don’t think that I’m asking you to… My chest is getting tight again. Ok, listen, the last thing I want to do with my life is put any pressure on her whatsoever. Or to cause her any more pain. I need to be very clear about that.

Firstvoice: Right.

Isaiah: So, I am just begging you to ask her. Just ask. Please. Ask.

Secondvoice: We’re not your assistants, you know!

Isaiah: Oh, I know. You’d never think to assist me.

Firstvoice: Why?

Isaiah: Excuse me?

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