~ that's got to hurt ~

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~ the words didn't hurt me, the person who said them did  ~

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~ the words didn't hurt me, the person who said them did ~

3 hours into Tetris, I decide, hey why don't I call Brandon.

I don't really know why I didn't think of it earlier, but I mean, why not?

Smiling absentmindedly, I quickly call him, chuckling quietly to myself.

I was honestly surprised they hadn't taken my phone but at the same time knew it was because they wanted to see what my play was.

My plan.

'Hello?' Brandon's adorable voice sounds from the other end.

I think I'm high on badass vibes or something, because I'm acting kind of like a crackhead.

Well thinking like a crackhead.

Putting him on speaker, I hop off the table, 'Hey handsome,' I say in the most innocent voice I could muster.

Brandon lets out a breath of relief, 'Emma couldn't get ahold of you, I was worried sick,' he claims causing me to smile a bit.

God I love him, he's so sweet sometimes.

Pouting my lip, I send an accusing glare at the mirror, 'Ya, I'm kind of on a adventure or something' I trail off, fiddling with my nails like they're the most important thing ever.

Truth was, I had just given our code word for 'in jail' or 'arrested'.

When I told Brandon about my escorting, we decided that if I was ever to be arrested for it, we'd set up code words and ways to inform one another.

Kudos to us for thinking ahead.

Laughing slightly, Brandon speaks, 'What kind?' he questions, faking interest.

Shrugging my shoulders even though he couldn't see, I bite my lip, 'One that won't last long,' I inform him.

I knew I had about 2 minutes before Spencer realizes we're talking in code.

I sit down on my designated chair, fiddling with the handcuffs I removed, as I waited for Brandon's response.

1 minute.

'Why even take a trip man, I thought we were supposed to go to dinner tonight?'

Trying to keep a straight face, I lick my bottom lip, 'Well, I'm a working girl, sometimes things get interesting, we'll have to reschedule.' I state, hoping he got the message.

I hear him sigh, 'Okay. Where do you want to go then?' he asks, most likely referring to if I need him to pick something up for me.

30 seconds.

Looking straight at the mirror, I smirk, 'Movies with Hot chocolate.' I pause, 'Something easy,'

MWH, he better get it.

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