@robert-belcourt
The text from her brother had made Syd look up from her bed, groaning at the words. She was quick to type back, falling into an easy back and forth.
rob: how’s the hand syd: great rob: you okay? syd: wanna come over?
He’d stopped messaging at that, and she assumed he was heading to Perkins from his own room in Moris. By now, she assumed that everyone had seen the video. Len had one, branding her in words that Sydney hadn’t meant and Marlowe’s face was slowed down and sped up on her time line enough that she’d been sickened to look at it anymore. Surely, Rob had seen it too. In an effort to hide away from her friends, she’d stayed in her dorm-- locking the window and drawing the blinds.
In any case, no one had come-- her phone had stayed quiet, no one had even peered in through the glass to see the wicked thing that had snapped at the basketball game. Silence, until a knocking rang through the room. She sighed, shoving the covers down to pad to the door, opening it to reveal Robert’s sheepish expression. “I didn’t mean to hit him,” she found herself saying, ushering him in and closing the door.
