Damian blinked. “……… Oh. I see.”
High school/university rp
(oh okay)
"What if I am." She replied, laughing slightly. "You need to say sorry, ya know?"
Dylan shrugged. "I'll just text Calypso later and apologize."
"Calypso isn't going to like that." She explained, trying to keep up with Dylan. This is what you get when you're shorter than guys. You can't even walk as fast as them "If you want her to like you. . . you need to be a little nicer."
"Well I don't really know if I want her to like me. I'd rather her hate me, then we're both avoiding each other and I never have to face the situation again." He told her, picking up the pace.
(Waits anxiously for more beef)
(I dunno about beef but you might get a serving of sadness and tears)
(Badum-Ching!!!)
(Lol yeah)
She quickened her pace, trying to keep up with Dylan's long strides. "Look, she's your friend. . . and if you don't like her anymore, it doesn't mean you get to take it out on Damian."
Dylan stopped suddenly. "Then give him a message for me: I'm sorry." He turned around and marched off.
(I gtg)
(alright bye!)
Rylan let out a frustrated sigh, tucking a strand of sandy blond hair behind her ear. "He's so difficult." She muttered, walking back towards the class.
Dylan clenched his fists by his sides, biting his lip to keep himself from screaming. Wait until you're back at the dorm… He quickened his pace, arriving at the dorm a few minutes later. Dylan slammed the door, running to his room and slamming that door too. "ARGH! SO STUPID!" He screamed, tears forming in his eyes as he punched the wall as hard as he could. His knuckles turned red and they stung, making him more annoyed. He slapped himself on the forehead, tearing at his hair. "IDIOT! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE NORMAL AND KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE?!" Tears streamed down his face.
(woops my hand slipped)
(Aww I feel bad for Dylan now)
(he's still a jerk, but yeah)
(No, he just let his anger get away from him)
(hm yeah…)
( aw. . . I feel bad for Dylan. ;-; )
(Yeah Same)
Should I go check on him. . . Quinn thought, standing in the middle of the hallway. A few students walked past her as she tried to choose. C'mon Quinn. Choose something
Quinn sighed, pulling out her phone and looking for Calypso's phone number. Her text read; Hey, sorry about what happened between Damian and Dylan. I'm gonna go and check on him. Could you tell the teacher that he didn't feel good so I took him to the nurse's office?
The teacher cleared his throat at the front of the class, and Calypso hesitated, wrapping her arms around Damian in a quick hug before the lesson started.
After a few minutes of yelling at himself and punching various things around the room, Dylan collapsed onto his bed sobbing. "Idiot…stupid [f word] idiot…" His voice shook as he spoke.
Quinn walked towards the boy's dorm rooms, searching for Dylan's room. Jason said it was Dorm 328. 325, 326, 327. . . 328. She took a deep breath in and knocked on the door.
Calypso received the text and did so.
Dylan jumped at the sound of knocking. Not now… He walked over to the door, his face red and his eyes puffy. Before answering, he wiped the tears from her eyes and put on a fake smile. Dylan sighed, opening the door.
(I gtg)