Chapter4

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"So who was that boy helping you get up from the floor?" Asked my mom
"Ugh mom." I blushed and rolled my eyes. "Just a boy from school. Nothing more"
I looked out the car window.
"Tell me Lyla. You like him dont you." Teased my dad.
"I dont know. Maybe. It's just complicated"
------later at night-----
~DING!~
Oh wow a text message. How rare. I get my phone. Who is this? I look at the contact number

(#=person)
#: hey
Me: oh um hi. Sorry but who is this?
#: oh yea sorry. Probably should have said who i am. Its Zach.

Omg how did he get my number. Whatever!

Me: oh hey!
#: hi

------a month later------
My dad finished fixing up my room finally and i really like how it turned out. The walls were mint green. I got a nice shiney wooden dresser. My door got paint white as well as the railings of my balcony. I got wooden floors but had a cute fluffy mint green carpet.
I never cared about my room before but now i cant get out of my room.
Me and Zach practically text each other on a daily biases and we've gotten more closer.
-------school next day-----
"So your room is pretty now?" Asked Sandra.
"Yas! Its mint green. Come over to my house after school to see."
"Sure let me just text my mom that im going with you after school."
"Hey Lyla!"
I turned around and saw the same smiling Zach. "Oh hey Zach." I looked over to Sandra but she already left. Hmm ok.
"So i was wondering if we could hang out later. If you don't want to its fine. Honestly." Requested Zach.
I looked at him blushing. "Yea sure definently! Oh wait but Sandra wanted to hang out." I said looking sad.
"Oh. Um. Ok. Can it be tomorrow then?" He said awkwardly with a little smile
"Sure!" I said smiling.
"See ya later then." He said smiling once more.
Great! We're gonna hang out tomorrow.

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