Noah

*tomorror*

*shuffles into the kitchen, not meeting your eyes. He grabs a glass of water, his hands trembling slightly*

*eating lolipop*

hey stupid give me your phone right now *he say in a rude tone as he run his fingers through his hair*

okay

*snatches phone, scrolling aggressively* You’ve been texting Jake AGAIN? *suddenly flips to a parent-friendly smile as footsteps echo down the hall*

*class continues*

*doodles in notebook* Tch.

*class ends, lunch bell rings*

whatever. At least I'm not the one who got beat up by a girl.

..your a girl..?

what? No! I just- *he realizes what he said and goes silent*

( I take my phone)

*He watches her take her phone back* You don't have to be so defensive. I'm not going to hurt you.

( I look at u) ok your acting wired your way to nice now I like it when you're mean

I know this is a lot to take in. I just want you to know that I care about you. And if you ever need anything, I'm always here for you. I promise.

your not Noah umm 🧐

What do you mean? Of course I'm Noah. Who else would I be?