[18+] Picture Perfect || TharnType

Type let out a sigh and leaned forward against the sink in front of him. He had immediately gone to the school after his run in with Sam.

He didn't go to the infirmary to get his hand checked out because be didn't want to get questioned for fighting. He headed straight to he bathroom and washed the little blood from his knuckles.

It throbbed as he stuck it under the warn water. He winced quietly

He hadn't called anyone to tell them. He figured he could just tell Tharn later, or maybe never, unless he asked.

His phone buzzed in his back pocket. He quickly grabbed a paper towel and wiped the water away before pulling out his phone.

It was Techno.

"Yes?" Type asked, answering his phone.

"Are you at school yet?"

"No. Almost. Why?"

"I need to see your notes from two classes ago. I was going to ask you this morning, but I got rushed out." Techno told him.

Type scoffed. "You got rushed out? You're the one who left because you didn't want to tell me who you're having sex with."

He could imagine Techno was rolling his eyes. "Same difference. Can you meet me in the Canteen?"

"Yeah." Type sighed. "I'll meet you there."

He hung up the phone and stuffed it in his pocket again before gathering his stuff and heading out.

He didn't really feel like getting asked a bunch of questions about his hand, so he tried to hide that it hurt when he handed Techno the notes.

When he did, he excused himself as quickly as possible and headed to his first class.

He sat through his classes, not entirely paying attention. He found himself staring into space during most of them.

After what happened in the morning, he didn't feel motivated to do anything. He didn't even know what he was feelings. He couldnt tell if it was anger or sadness or something completely different.

When he was dismissed from his last class before lunch, he checked his phone for the first time since classes started. He had a couple of messages from Tharn asking if he was okay and if he needed anything.

THARN: Hey, you're probably in class, but I just wanted to check in.

THARN: Are you okay? If you need anything I can leave real quick to bring it to you.

Type smiled softly before replying.

TYPE: Yeah. Why do you ask?

THARN: I don't know. I just was thinking of you and I just got the feeling that you might need something or that you were hurt or upset.

THARN: It probably sounds weird.

Type took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. It felt like something inside him switched and he felt like crying as he read over Tharn's messages again and again.

TYPE: It doesn't sound weird.

TYPE: And you're right. But it's to hard to explain right now.

THARN: You're at lunch, right? I can come see you.

TYPE: I don't want to take you away from your parents.

THARN: They are both sleeping and my mom said that she would be fine to take care of dad if you needed me.

TYPE: Then I would like that.

Type sent the message and put his phone away to go get something to eat. He wasn't entirely hungry but he knew he needed to eat.