~Mary Jay~
I woke up around 12 in the afternoon. I was lucky it was a Saturday, otherwise I would've missed my first 3 periods.
Feya must've stayed out last night as I didn't see her in her bed.
I mentally high-fived myself for closing the curtains before sleeping last night so I wasn't blinded.
I picked up my phone, hoping to call Aunt Apple. I had 7 messages; 4 from "Handsome pool boy🥰😩😏," 2 from Beck and one from Mateo.
I read Carter's first:
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I smiled to myself and responded, "I'll bring you soup from the cafeteria<3."
I moved to Becks texts next:
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I cringed at imagining Beck's horrible hangover. "So no second date?"
Lastly, I moved to Mateo's message.
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I rolled my eyes, "He was your bestie before he was mine, sugar."
I crashed back into my pillows. I was not ready to play babysitter. I held my phone in the air as I dialed Aunt Apple.
It rung once or twice,
"You're call has been forwarded to an Automated voice messaging system, 714-"
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Teen Fiction"You don't put up too good of a fight." I swung again, this time hitting his chest. "Who says I'm putting up a fight?" I paused. "What?" He deadpanned. "I'm sorry." I hate apologies. I sighed, lowering my hands to my side. "Jesus, Easton, what'...
