Well then. [Robbie]

[Danicca Waylan]

Calculating plans for devices wasn't something she usually let herself get distracted from, but this was important. As per usual, she had attempted to avoid a fight, but running was just making things worse. The longer she ran, the more pressure would build up for the explosion. Sighing, Dani stared at her phone sitting on the desk next to her. It should be easier than this, all she needed to do was pick up the phone, press 'S', and type some words that the blonde boy deserved to see. She would call, or see when he could talk to her face-to-face, but she felt that would probably go a lot worse. Even when she was apologetic, she still had a hard time being less than sarcastic. On top of that, she was pretty sure Robbie would not be happy with her, and she was avoiding confrontation for just a bit longer.

After watching the phone for five minutes straight and willing him to text with a Hey how are you doing, the black haired girl snatched up the little device and aggressively typed, stumbling over the word 'sorry' and having to retype it four times.

Sunshine, I know you hate me. And I'm sorry about everything. Just talk to me, yeah?

Before she could backspace any of it, or clear the whole thing out, she hit send. And then waited, setting the phone down and staring at it again.

Apologies are stupid. She thought, laying her head on the desk surface. Why couldn't things be as easy as math? When variables were random, at least there were patterns she could spot and then she'd be nearly sure of the outcome. When it came to people, emotions and irrationalities screwed things over. She was starting to see why queen bitch Mia had gone all Terminator and clung to the computers. Things were easier that way.