They were starting to tease him about his girlfriend. It didn't help that Kayla had a mouth bigger than San Francisco Bay; she told Lou Ellen everything that Will did, and then made up a ton, too, so that by the time a week had passed, Will's(small)circle of friends was convinced that he was in awe of this nonexistant girl.
"Do you really kiss her picture goodnight?" Cecil asked, by way of greeting one morning.
Will sighed and shoved his Brit Lit textbook into his locker. "That would be a no, Cece."
"And have a shrine in honor of her in your closet?"
Will slammed his locker shut, shifting his notebook and heavy Calculus tome to his left arm. He turned to Cecil. "Seriously. Stop listening to Kayla. There is no girl." He briefly entertained a fantasy of a Nico-shrine in his closet; little plastic figurines and tarot cards surrounding an iron-framed picture of the boy himself, dressed in black, naturally, and shrouded in shadows, standing on the beach.
He nearly snickered out loud.
"Then who are you calling, every night?" Cecil pressed, drawing him back into the real world.
"Nobod-" Will started, but halted when the phone in his pocket let out a sharp chirrup. Frowning, he fished it out and checked the screen.
Unknown number.
He opened the text anyway.
Its Nico is this teh rifht nummer dam texxing is hard
Will stared at the message for a second, and then burst out laughing. Cecil looked on, concerned, as he clutched at the side of the lockers, entire body shaking with mirth. "Oh my-oh geez-" he choked out.
Lou Ellen came up to them. "What's the matter with Will?"
Cecil shrugged. "He got a text from someone."
"Oh my God," Will snorted, still oblivious. "He's such a dork."
"Excuse me?" Cecil looked offended. "I'm just standing here, man-"
Will shoved his books at Lou Ellen. "Save me a seat, I need to head to the bathroom."
"Um-"
He had already disappeared down the hall.
a/n-BITCHES I'M BACK!
...awkward silence. No one cares, okay, moving on . . . Bad news-I'm dropping the number of chapters that I post for the moment, because I'm running out of chapters to post! I mean, I have tons written but none of it is proofread and I'm fairly sure that it sucks at this point so I need to work on that. I'll keeping posting one a day, at any rate, or maybe switch to posting, like, four chapters at the end of every week . . . IDK, I suck at being consistent with this stuff so kind of bear with me while I figure it out. ;) I WILL EVENTUALLY BE DONE WITH THIS MONSTER.
I hope.