"So what? I got a lot of mates. Just cause you don't know what it's like, you sad old bastard." God, he hoped Barry hung up before the guy stole his phone. He thought, idiotically assuming Barty didn't know about call logs. He put his arms behind his back and stayed here he was, watching Barty with obvious annoyance. "That's my personal, private property, you know?"

His phone was his only means to communicate with most people as they no longer wanted to see him in person. So instead, he spammed them with texts. His mom hadn't answered in a week and most of his friends had left him on read. The girls never even texted back once. "It's immortality, everyone wants me, baby. I can't help that they're always all over me, sexting me at inopportune moments."