I look at my conversations to find J.D. as the most recent. He texted me after I gave him my number earlier so I could save his contact. 'Hey.' I stare at the message for a moment with no intentions of continuing the conversation. Putting my phone down, I return to the work in my lap, saving the conversation for Diego. My phone buzzes not too long later but I leave it in it's place.
"Did he text back?" Diego asks twenty minutes later when he barges in my room.
"Yes," I answer as I continue writing.
"What'd he say? And what'd you say?" Diego asks.
"See for yourself," I tell Diego and he grabs my phone from the edge of my desk and taps on the screen a bit.
"You didn't reply?" he asks with narrowed eyes. "Why not?"
"I didn't know what to say," I mumble. I don't want to talk to him.
"Ho
