#seanbatemn

[patrickbatemn]

[text] wow i just wanted to talk to my dearest brother. have you fucked phil collins yet? or is that still a fantasy

I bit my tongue, until my office phone went off. “Patrick?” A voice came, which was Jean’s. I felt my voice rising, “What?!” She stuttered, perhaps taken a back by my abrupt voice.”Robert —” But before she could even say the name I tried not to shout, “Just….say…..no!” With that, I turned off the speaker on the phone, glancing back down to my cellular device.  

[sms]: how did you even get my number?

I texted, acting totally cool, and ignoring his remark. 

[patrickbatemn]

[text] nah. deal with it

I felt myself wincing when reading the text, almost unable to comprehend how Sean was able to get a hold of my cellular number. Placing the phone down, I contemplated what I should text him next, finding myself dreading the fact that he’ll most likely won’t leave me alone; although it’s hard to tell, because Sean is busy doing whatever the fuck he does in Camden. Picking the phone back up, I started to text. 

[sms]: what exactly do you want sean? 

[patrickbatemn]

[text] don't be an asshole. you're not doing shit (1/2) [text] ok what about a hint

Reading the messages I took a deep sigh to myself, clutching phone in hand, wondering if I should even bother. I pause. 

[sms]: give me a fucking hint then. 

[patrickbatemn]

[text - unknown sender] guess who this is

[sms]: I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m at work.