The Group Chat Without Me Novels & Stories

A sharp ping broke the quiet. I looked down and saw an alert from W*****p. Matthew and Caroline had created a group chat and added my number. The two of them were already typing rapidly, joking around. I smiled softly at the screen, feeling a brief spark of warmth, but I didn't feel like joining the conversation. They were new friends, and I couldn't bring myself to talk about something this deeply personal with people I had just met. My thoughts drifted toward the only family I had left in the world.

All they'd had to do was be their normal, annoying, loud, filter-less, rude, corky and loving selves around me and like that, the trick would have been carried out. Tristan; So... Eli; The guys needs to be present. ;( Damon; Fuck that! They can read the chats once they come back online. Tristan; Er, I don't know about everyone here but, I do not read the previous chats of this group. Eli? You don't? Tristan; Yup. Too stressful, man. Damon; But you'd be missing out on what we've all talked about, behind your back. Tristan; I'm cool with it.

Though, we greet each other every Christmas, Halloween, New Year, Birthdays, occasionally or we also greet each other so our group chat isn't empty. Now I also thought that I didn't even reply to them. Maybe they greeted me on my birthday. October 10 is my birthday but I haven't thought about it yet because of what happened. I sometimes miss Pashnea's birthdays because I can't memorize everything. What I just can't forget is that of my parents. Wait, I haven’t thought of Sera and Patry’s birthday. Maybe I’ll just ask them sometime. I just put my phone back next to me because no one has seen Sera and I's chat messages in the group chat. They are really busy with their own life. I looked again

“I told the group chat last night that the time would change since I have to depart at eight a.m. because Dad has assigned me some job in his office. They had all read my message and agreed.” He handed me his brand-new phone. “Look at this. I chatted last night at ten o’clock,” he said, so I looked at his phone. He was right. He left a message around ten o’clock at night, and my teammates agreed, but I didn’t receive a message. My eyes fell on the name of the group and I stumbled upon what I found, ‘Basketball V2 Without Z’ I gave a few meager smiles and a bittersweet chuckle. “I’m not on your GC, so I didn’t read it,” I said. How can I view his message if he sent it to the GC that they excl

“Friend, thank you for joining the club.’ That came from Catherine. I sat up and rubbed my eyes with one hand. Did I read the group chat correctly? I checked the group chat name again. I frowned when I saw that the group chat was not ours and Lindsay’s but the group chat of our club. The three of us were included in Catherine’s group chat. “It’s a shame that one of the new members, Luna, went home right away,” Catherine added. “Nicko took her last night Miss Cath,” a member answered and the account name was Nes and it was a woman. “Really? How did you know? That’s why that guy suddenly disappeared as well as Lucas,” Catherine again seen by Nes, Urca, JL and many others.

I couldn't make sense of the whole situation but somehow, I was really scared of him and what he could do. The phone vibrated again and this time around, it was a notification. I checked it and saw that Gladys created a group chat and added me. I check for the group participant and it was just me, her and Massimo. Gladys: Hi guys! Now we've got a place to talk and say a lot of things. Me: yeah, lol Gladys: There's a lot to say! I smiled briefly and reached for my plate. I took it and walked back to my room for privacy.

I am glad that they answered my message right away because I’ll be burned by my own thoughts if I remain here quietly without anyone talking to me. Anyway, Kila said the group chat has been dead. Why? I looked at the previous conversation, and the chat group was really dead. They only chat like, "Where are you?" "Is the plan going well?" "How is the business going?" Why would they be so blunt for three years? "What is he typing for, too long?" I wondered as I couldn’t reply yet because I wanted to see first what Cloud was going to send, but all I could see were three dots, indicating that he was still typing.

She'd found me at six AM at the track like she said she would, and what she told me was not spy stuff, not empire stuff, not anything I'd been bracing for. It was so much more annoying than that. "We have a group chat," she said, standing on the empty circuit in the early morning cold with the directness of someone who had decided honesty was the only play she had left. "The three of us. Since day two." I stared at her. "A group chat." "Called Lyon's Finest which was Margot's idea and I want that on record." "A group chat," I said again. "About my boyfriends."

I compose a message to send to the group chat, my fingers swiftly typing the words as I try to steady my thoughts. "Hey, everyone, I’m fine. I’m back at the museum in Millenium Park, looking at a painting that has captivated my mind. I just need some space right now. Everything has just happened at once, and I need time to think. Please don’t worry. I will get back to you soon."

WERE YOU ABLE TO GET RID OF IT? I couldn’t help it I opened the text. It was sent by a group chat titled The Girls. There were no other messages in the chat so I figured they were deleted. I was beyond curious because I know a girl group chat wouldn’t be just empty. She was hiding something and I was going to find out. It’s so sad that she was going to have to get herself a new phone. Not my plan but I tucked the phone into my pocket. Glanced at her one more time. I turned to walk away when my phone pinged. I opened it and saw it was a text from Peter.