Thank You, But I'll Have To Go.
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Thread Topic: Thank You, But I'll Have To Go.
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griffin dalston
shay dalton
im gonna change Griffin's last name to patron xD -
OMG I'M SORRY
I USUALLY ONLY PAY ATTENTION TO FIRST NAMES
As Shay got ready, she kept checking her phone over and over every minute or two. She didn't want to miss a call or text from Griffin, not after she promised him that he could trust her. She wanted to be a reliable source to him, not someone who would ditch him. Ditching someone wasn't in her nature, it wasn't programed into her genes. She'd rather kill herself than have someone else kill themselves, and she knew if she knew everyone in the world, she would have to kill herself millions of times over. -
No it made me laugh xD
As Griffin examined himself, he got the idea to at last text Shay a good morning or something to show he cared. He silently walked to his phone, which laid upon his computer desk. Unlocking it with his number pin, he went into his messages. He had remembered the number after seeing it on the paper the night before, and so he typed it in. He then sent the following message: Hello, this is Griffin. I just sent this to let you know that I am alive and will be at the coffee shop tonight, as promised. Satisfied with this, he returned to the bathroom, shutting the door and going off and into the warm water. This was, of course, after he had put his clothing aside. -
okay yee not sorry den xD
Shay's phone went off and she let out a small scream. She looked down to see a number that she didn't notice, but she checked the message anyways. She read the message and a sigh of relief escaped her lips. Alright, thanks Griffin. Had a hard time falling asleep last night, but I'm glad to know that you're okay. I'll see you tonight Shay sent the message and then set her phone down to get ready for school. -
good :D
Griffin's shower only lasted three minutes, like it always did. When he was out, he was also quick to dry himself and to throw on some new clothing. He snatched up his phone and read the new message from the girl that was kind enough to talk him out of suicide. I am sorry for worrying you. Yes, tonight. Once he sent the new string of words, he sat in front of his desktop to work on some assignments for his classes. -
:D
Shay would have answered his text, but she was in the shower and didn't hear her phone go off. As always, she took a little too long in the shower so she had to hurry, stuff everythign in her bag, and then head to her classes. She learned the hard way that her teachers never liked it when their students were late, so she tried her best not to be late. -
U:
He first had a Skype meeting with his Medieval Literature professor and small class of eight, and so he signed on. There were so little students due to the fact that many students went to real schools rarher than online. It took a while but he eventually managed to pull the chat up and wait for the call, which came a few minutes later. The professor, a middle-aged man with a salt-pepper beard, greeted his students with a grin, immediately beginning to get to work. Griffin stared at the screen with a glazed, blank expression. He was almost on forty hours devoid of rest, and so he was bound to crash any moment, by then. -
wut does that face mean? I've been wondering just keep forgettting to ask.
Sadly, the first class Shay had was Math. Yes, math. Her least favorite class of course. She made it to the class with two minutes to spare and she choose a spot and then sat in it. As her professor started out with the usual her mind started to drift back to Griffin again. What was he doing? Did he have school? Was he just sitting around thinking to much? What if? What if? What if? -
Idk it usually just comes up randomly
Sometime in the middle of the class, the Professor noticed Griffin's face, and raised his eyebrows in question. He paused, focusing on the boy's face before swallowing and continuing on with his lesson plan. As he did so, he typed out an instant message and sent it Griffin's way. When the familiar rining notification sounded, Griffin went into his messages and read over the words. Griffin, are you alright? The male warily stared at the keyboard, the letters growing blurry. He would drop any minute, by then. -
Haha, kae. I thought it meant that the person was mad for some reason.
"Ms. Dalton," Shay's teacher spoke and she was instantly pulled out of her mind. She looked at her teacher and pretended as if she was paying attention the whole time. "Using the information I just told you, could you please solve the equation on the board of us?" her teacher questioned. Shay's eyes gazed over at the board and her stomach dropped. Since she wasn't paying attention she had no bloody idea how to solve the damn equation. It was long and drawn out. She pulled out a piece of paper and she tried to copy down and solve the equation, but failed horribly. "I don't know professor," she stated after a while.
"Hmm, odd because I just stated the answer." -
Naaaah
He lamely typed out a response, that mainly reassured the Professor that he was fine. This was anything but the truth, however, because within the next five minutes, Griffin's head slammed against his keyboard. A noise that was audible from the living room rang out. His father was not at work, and thankfully, he heard this, and rushed to see what the matter was. He barged into Griffin's room, looking to see Griffin sprawled in front of the computer. He apologized to the class, exiting the lesson call and dropping by his son to check for a pulse. -
kk yee
Shays face instantly started to heat up and she looked away from the teacher and down at her hands. "See me after class Ms. Dalton," the professor said while going back to teaching. Great, now she was in trouble! She sighed as she watched the teacher go back to teaching the rest of the class. She still couldn't think straight though, but she tried her best. Somehow Griffin still made it inside her mind. -
yes
Of course, Mr. Patron first noticed the slick dribble of blood leaking from his son's mouth, but then, he also noticed the various bruises that scattered Griffin's arms. He gasped slightly, first grabbing a few tissues from the computer desk to collect the scarlet red. He held his sleeping child close, contemplating on whether or not he should call the police or not. He sighed. He had lost him once-- he didn't desire losing him again, and so he just held him, like a father was supposed to do. -
*poke*
Soon enough, the class was over and all the students were filling out of the room and to their next morning class. "Ms. Dalton," Shay's professor called for her. Cringing, Shay turned and walked over towards her professor, a chubby woman with greying hair, and a kind smile on her face. "Are you alright dear?" Shay was really surprised by the question she was asked. She had only been asked that question when she had fallen off of the swings when she was a little kid. "You weren't paying attention and class, and you always pay attention. Is something troubling you?" -
Apologies.
Around thirty minutes later, Griffin's head perked up in a tired manner. The bags under his eyes seemed to be showing a lot more than they had been previously. He was first quite perplexed as to who was holding him, but when he saw his father, he felt a whole lot better. The worry that was plastered on the man's face, however, troubled the teen. As if he could read Griffin's mind, he spoke, "I told your brother to come by. He should be here soon. I think you and him need to talk." He gestured towards the injuries that Griffin's body held. Griffin grit his teeth, but nodded, knowing his father was only trying to help.
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