Chapter 4: Sarcasm overload

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Claire's P.O.V.

I wake up before my alarm clock. Way before my alarm clock. I look over my right shoulder and my clock reads 4:27. Why am I awake so early? I have no idea, but all I know is that I'm not going back to sleep. I grab my phone off of my nightstand and see I have nine texts from Braden.

1. Hey

2. You there?

3. Wait, I doubt that.

4. Because it's really early.

5. Guess what?

6. You're not guessing.

7. You suck at this game.

8. Am I annoying you?

9. I'll leave you alone now.

I smile as I read the texts. I then get a call from Braden. His face appears on my screen as my phone buzzes.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Did I wake you up?" Braden asks.

"Well when you call someone at 4:30 in the morning, they're usually asleep." I say sarcastically.

"Did I though?" he asks.

"No. I just woke up." I say.

"Why?" he asks.

"That's a good question that I don't know the answer to." I say smiling.

"Well, do you wanna know why I'm awake?" he asks.

"I have a feeling you're going to tell me even if I say no." I say.

"And you are correct!" he says, I can hear the happiness in his voice.

"Ok, tell me." I say.

"School. I'm excited." He says.

"Why are you excited? It's school." I say.

"It's my first day and I already have a smoking hot girlfriend. That's good for me." He says.

"And I already have my smoking hot boyfriend, so that's good for me." I say smirking, even though he can't see me.

"See, so school should be good for us then." He says laughing.

"I guess. Hey, you should be asleep. It's like, 2 in the morning the time you're on." I say checking my clock.

"Correction: it's actually 2:34 the time I'm on." He says.

"Smart ass." I say smiling.

"I'm just giving you the facts." He says in a high voice.

"I'm gonna go now so you can sleep." I say.

"There is no way I'm going back to sleep." He says defensively.

"And why is that?" I ask, sounding like I care in a sarcastic tone.

"You." He says quietly.

"Me?" I ask sarcastically.

"You're on my mind. Therefore, I can't sleep." Braden says.

"Well, get me off of your mind and go to bed." I say.

"That's my problem. I can't get you off my mind." He says.

"I'm sorry?" I ask.

"Don't be. I like thinking about you." He says.

"What do you think about when you think about me?" I ask.

"Your smile, your eyes, your personality." He says.

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