INTERRUPTION
Send me "INTERRUPTION"
I'll generate a random number from 1-31 to see how your muse interrupts mine! Mixture of safe & nsfw.
#9: Your muse interrupts mine during an important phone call.
Stiles paced back and forth on the stairs leading into the school, his hand tightly clutching the phone to his ear while he nodded at random intervals with his bottom lip pinched between his teeth. "I know, I know," he muttered, running his free hand anxiously through his hair with a frustrated sigh before asking, "But I only have my senior year left. Is that enough time?" He listened intently to the person on the other line as the rambled on about how he had plenty of time left the round out of his resume with extracurricular activities and work experience before the deadline for application submissions were due. "Is there anything else I can do? I mean, I wanted to get into the early admissions but..." Stiles trailed off as the person started speaking again.
He jerked almost violently as a hand poked his shoulder, turning quickly to see Lydia standing there with her hands firmly planted on her hips with a raised brow. His hand rose in a shoo motion as he spoke, "No I'm still here. Go ahead." Tilting the phone done from his mouth when Lydia showed no signs of leaving until she got his attention, vaguely remembering her saying she needed to talk to him earlier before he got the phone call from Berkeley about his application, "Not right now Lydia," he hissed, his hand cupping the speaker of the phone, "Whatever you want to talk about can wait, alright?" Turning, he walked a few paces away as his shoulder slumped, moving his hand from the speaker, "So basically there's nothing else I can do? There's no way around it?" He continued speaking as he jogged down the steps toward his jeep, leaning against the side with his eyes closed in sheer frustration as he kept listening to the person who was basically ruining his life at the moment.