Six

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It was quickly soon Sunday a few days after what you could call a date, at least Evan saw it as a date- August saw it as a pre-date.
Beep. August grumbled some random words as he pushed his MacBook off of his lap, then followed by his white puffy duvet. The boy rolled out of his bed and sludged to the other side of his room, picking up his phone "I swear I should have been born a slug" he muttered to himself as he opened up his messages
From: Unknown  
Fucking stay away from evan u bitch hes mine
August yawned and rubbed his eyes, reading over it again to make sure what he had read was actually written and not a figment of his imagination. Then re reading it a further time cringed at the improper grammer
To: Unknown
I think you have the wrong number, I have no clue who the fuck you are. Sorry. And please for the love of God, sort out that grammar.
Just as he was about to put down his phone it beeped again
From: Unknown
Fuck u is this august howell
August rolled his eyes
To: unknown
You* August* Howell?*. And yes, it is.
From: Unknown
Then i have the right number so stay away from evan or youll wish u never been born watch out wanker


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