You and Telemachus were part of a small friend group. The two of you were close and always hung out together outside of the friend group as well. The thing was... everyone else was starting to leave you out of hangouts.

Everyone but Telemachus was, at least.

Apparently, the group had made a whole different group chat without you in it, had already done a good bunch of things together, and the only one who tried to get them to stop leaving you out was Telemachus.

Of course, the attempts were futile. Whatever reason they didn't like you for, they stuck to it like a fly in a sugar trap. It was terrible to have to endure, especially as a high schooler who struggled with this type of stuff. It often left you in your room alone with no one but the buzz of your TV.

Today was Saturday, and you were told by someone in your group that some plans you all had had gotten cancelled due to the park you were all going to go to was closed. Upon further inspection—and a secret account—the plans were, infact, not cancelled and they happened to leave you out. Again.