I laid down in bed, exhaustion taking over my body. After leaving the building for the day, I came back to the dorms, deciding my liver couldn't take anymore alcohol for the week, having been drinking every night since I got here.
I laid in silence, my eyes getting heavier as I looked at my boring ceiling, my phone in my hand. I couldn't even be bothered to plug it in, I was so tired.
Then I felt my phone buzz.
Dammit, who could that be?
I forced myself to move my arm, the brightness of my phone in much contrast to my, dark, room, making me squint my eyes, a scowl coming onto my face. Who would be bothering me right now?
Oh, it's Bob.
I swiped up, my phone unlocking, the message app opening so I can see what Bob said.
Bob: Nat, come to my room.
I blinked, what? Did he just text the wrong number? Why is he calling Natasha to his room?
All these thoughts flooded to my mind, before my mind started to go places it really shouldn't.
I flushed at my own thoughts, shutting and locking my phone, almost scared they'd hear my thoughts. I turned over and pushed my face into the pillows, as if I were hiding from my own thoughts and self-made embarrassment.
It was only when my phone vibrated again, did I snap out of it, hesitating to grab it and read the message, crippling embarrassment sinking in as I reached over to grab it.<br />
It was another message from Bob.
Bob: Oh, sorry (Y/n), wrong number!
I gulped, not sure what to say, only to realize my read receipts are on. He sees I read both messages yet hasn't responded.
I sat up, holding my open phone, the flush on my cheeks not having gone down, not sure what to say without creeping him out.
Circe: It's okay Bob!|
I was about to send it before deciding not to, backspacing as I tried to think of what to say.
Circe:|
I took a few more moments to think about what to say, before finally typing it.
Circe: It's okay, though did you need something?
I sent the message, only to facepalm. Dammit, he must've wanted Natasha to help him, with whatever it is, not me.
I groaned and was about to set my phone down in defeat, only for Bob to respond in less than a minute.
Bob: It's okay, Natasha is here, though we are about to go to the Hard Deck, do you want to come with us?
I sat there for a moment, my mind not registering the message, though any and all exhaustion I felt quickly evaporated.
I sat up quickly, my mind finally catching up with what was going on, my heart speeding up as this could be taken in two ways.
Was this a date? No, it mustn't be, what an absurd and random thought.
This must just be a friendly outing, with...friends.
I bit my lip, nervousness going throughout my entire body, butterflies in my stomach- god I need a life.
I texted back.
Circe: Sure, what time?
Again, a quick response.
Bob: Ten minutes, we can pick you up.
I gulped, feeling my heartbeat fasten even more, at this point I'm just having a heart attack.
