(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
"Hi! I'm not in at the moment, leave a message and I'll hit you up laters! Peaaaaace!" Beep.
"Hello, so sorry, I'm really busy right now or otherwise-" Beep.
"I can not come to the phone right now. I will contact you another ti-" BEEP.
"Dammit...!" Giving into her frustration as she let out an uncharismatic curse, Rise bit into her lip, biting back the annoyed remark. Girl after girl, all busy. She looked through her remaining contacts, dreading the possible outcomes. Yosuke? No. Never. She'd sooner throw herself into the path of the train. Teddie? Same.
Yu? Yu... Her face went red, and she knew it also wasn't an option, if for wildly different reasons. Kanji... was easily the least offensive choice. He'd be reliable enough to help, embarrassed enough to not even so much as glance at her.
But... it was still a guy! What on earth would happen if she called him? He'd never let her live it down. But... considering her alternatives...
It was do or die time. Rise looked up from the trash can, seeing the next train. The people around here were bound to leave soon, giving her a window to run out of the station and maybe, just maybe, stay unseen. None would be the wiser, least of all any of her friends. Rise looked to her phone, the train, the phone again, and then she decided quickly before she could think otherwise. Rise-
