While I was in the car on our way home, I couldn't help it but wonder why Wyatt was there. He couldn't have been there to cheer me on, could he? My sisters were taking selfies together. I laughed at how grown up they thought they were. My phone lit up and I saw a message from Wyatt. Ok I had to being hallucinating. No way was this happening
TEXT CONVO:
W: HEY
M: HEY?
W: GOOD JOB AT STATE
M: THANKS, BUT I THOUGHT YOU HATED ME.
W: WHAT? NO I DON'T HATE YOU, IN FACT I JUST REALLY NEED FRIEND, WHICH IS WHY I AM REACHING OUT.
M: OH, WELL I GUESS I COULD HELP YOU OUT.
W: OK THANK YOU SO MUCH CHARITY TTYL.
Ok that is the weirdest thing, like what? He needs a friend. Mmm I don't trust that. He seems like a play boy to me.
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Charity's Perfect Life
Teen FictionCharity Smith had the perfect life, she was a straight A student, captain of the varsity cheer squad, the star runner on the track team, and very popular. But she was about to meet a very rowdy group of kids and one of them being the hottest guy the...
