Jake didn't respond to my calls or texts. I don't dump messages on him like I normally did. I was giving his space. I too would've ghosted the whole world if someone saw my father hitting me. Apparently I was too busy biring my fingernails and in thought to realize Hanson was calling my name. It wasn't until he pinched me.
“Son of a- That hurts!" I glared at him, rubbing the sensitive spot he hurt.
He laughed. An evil laugh that sorta reminded me of Ryan. “I'm sorry but you weren't answering me. Was afraid you'd been suddenly teleported somewhere."
“Was deep in thoughts. What's up?"
“Have lunch with me."
“I already ate.' I said that because I actually low-key wanted to be alone. I hadn't been able to eat. Not last night or this morning or lunch. I was indeed sick with worry.
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