The next day, Hoody's not on the bus.
I don't know exactly how that makes me feel, but I'm apparently back to being a bitch.
I text him, he doesn't reply.
I start to get worried.
Just before I arrive at work, I text him one last time.
Hey Hoody. Everything ok?
I sigh as I walk into my building.
Escalators down, meaning I have to walk up the tremendous amount of stairs.
Great.
I'm huffing and puffing by the time I get up those stairs.
Nine flights of stairs will do that to you.
I get out my phone once more, and there's nothing.
So I send just one more:
If you wanna talk or something, text or call. I don't mind.
I put my phone away and get to work.
Oh oh... What's going on here?
Where's Hoody?
*searches around for Hoody*
He not here.
oh well, we'll find him soon.
bexie25
