The text said, “Hey wyd?”
She stared at her phone, annoyed but not surprised he was texting her after all this time. Then again, she was never good at subtly. Or he was just fucking stupid.
She debated responding; if she did it would lead to another pointless conversation. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t hear from him for a while. Whatever, she shrugs as she throws the phone onto her bed; he’s not even worth it.
Her phone has been silent for at least twenty minutes.
Maybe she should answer—it was only polite.
She did always thrive on attention.