𝒗𝒐𝒍. 4

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i sat there for what felt like hours, staring at the text i had sent him. what the hell was i thinking? he's seen it, i can't pretend it didn't happen. 

i look at the messages he's sent back;

"substance?"

"you thinking about me while you're high carson?"

"what did you mean"

fuck what the fuck i'm gonna have to talk to him. my phone starts ringing again and its the same number, "shit" i breathe.

i pick it up hesitantly, "uh hello"

"rory? rory you texted me at 4 in the morning" he exclaimed 

"yeah... i was high ignore that i don't know what i was saying."

"yes you do."

i silence swept over the two of us, he's right and he knows he's right but i can't tell him he's right.

"do you ever remember much when you're high rafe"

a pause, "i wish i didn't but uh yeah"

"i don't remember something as complex as my thought process at 4 in the morning"

i could hear him lightly chuckle, "you'll tell me when you remember, i know you will"

"i- how did you even get my number?"

"barry has it." he said with a flat tone, as if he was disappointed that barry was more trusted than him or something. 

"don't call me, bye rafe.", i hung up and threw my phone on my bed. my heart was beating a mile a minute and i was wondering if i should destroy my phone or just change my number.

i trotted downstairs and went to make myself some coffee, going to sleep high always made me feel groggy in the morning but at least it helped me sleep quickly. 

my phone buzzed on the counter, i swear to god if it's rafe again im throwing my phone into the ocean. 

the screen illuminated with a text from my boss, "hi rory, i was wondering if you could take maddie's shift today? you have people asking for your service specifically so this would be great. it would be a higher pay, 12-3pm. let me know, thanks" 

higher pay? well fucking obviously i'm gonna take that but who the hell would be asking for me. 

fuck. it must be rafe or something, there's no way anyone else would ask for me, but why? is he just gonna make me run around for him all day until i tell him what i was thinking or something?

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