Isaiah:Emergency. I need your help.
The response came in less than thirty seconds.
Felix:OMG DID ONE OF THE VALENTINES FINALLY TRY TO EAT YOU?
Isaiah:Worse. I have to go clothes shopping.
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.
Felix:...
Felix:AND YOU'RE ASKING ME FOR HELP?
Felix:ISAIAH.
Felix:THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE.
Felix:WHERE ARE YOU? I'M ON MY WAY.
Isaiah:Student parking lot. Black Lexus.
Felix:DONT MOVE. IF YOU LEAVE WITHOUT ME I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU. I WILL HAUNT YOUR FUTURE CHILDREN. I WILL—
I stopped reading.
The message chain continued growing beneath my thumb.
I could make out fragments through the notifications—something about "finally embracing luxury" and "I've been preparing for this moment since freshman year" and what looked like several strings of incomprehensible capital letters.
I pocketed my phone and leaned against the Lexus. The metal was cold through my uniform shirt.
