a/n: 569 in Short Story I'm dead ajskkaoamsbshjan thank you so much!
really i'm so grateful ❤

Darlene: italics
Devon Dark: underline

➡incoming call
→Unknown Number

"Hel-"

"Yo, am I speaking to Darlene?"

"...Yes."

"Cool. Nice voice. Not what I was expecting."

"...Okay, I'm worried so if you'll excuse me-"

"No! Don't cut the call! I have important news."

"Right. Please who is this?"

"My name is Devon Dark, but they call me Bad Boy Devon. Or at least my girlfriend does. Eh, whatever."

"...Right."

"You're even talking like him now."

"Who?"

"Jordan, duh. Who else?"

"Look, if you're one of Jordan's numerous friends-"

"You're funny, since when does Jordan have many friends?"

"Pfft, he's a stereotypical fuck boy. He's popular. He has the attitude."

"Yeah, but he only has two friends. Bryan and I. Then you came along and now, he's fucked up. Fix him."

"What?"

"Really though, does Jordan look like a person that would willingly want to have loads of friends? He doesn't even like talking to people. Or chatting. Or generally socializing."

"Well, that's one less person for him to waste his energy on short cake."

"Look Darlene. Just give him another chance? He's actually having a conscience."

"I'm done with him. Really."

"Nah. You're done with his pride- not him."

"What the-"

"Sleep on it. You'll understand."

*dial tone*

"I think I need to get a new number."