She frowns. “I’m confused. Is he medium-looking?”
“I have no idea what he looks like, Ab. We didn’t get to the sending a picture phase of our friendship because his girlfriend decided to text me back on his phone and tell me to get lost.”
“Oh shit,” she breathes. “Are you serious?”
I nod as a lump forms in my throat. “So apparently he’s just another jerk guy who cheats on his girlfriend and has no moral values at all. So yeah, can we not talk about him?”
“Never speaking of him again,” she says, pulling her fingers over her mouth like there’s an imaginary zipper there.
I smile. “Thanks. You’re the best friend ever.”
“Actually, not really. I’m the idiot who dared you to text a random number.” She frowns. “I’m sorry, Jess.”
I shrug it off. “It’s not your fault. It was fun. The dare part, at least.”
“Maybe next time being dared to do something will actually pay off,” she says, offering me a hopeful smile.
We park and grab our backpacks and start heading into school.
“Maybe,” I say with a sigh.
In first period, I’m sneakily sending Snaps to Abigail and our other friend Natalie while my history teacher talks about the Civil War.
Mr. Hawkins is only twenty-six years old, and he’s totally hot. It’s embarrassing to admit that I’ve spent just about every day in history class staring dreamily at his sculpted features, five o’clock shadow, and charming blue eyes. But today I’m just not feeling it. Max had made me feel so special through our texts, and now I feel so unbelievably betrayed. It’s like I can’t even appreciate my hot teacher anymore.
I hate all boys now.
I’m staring at my phone, waiting for Abigail’s new message to come in, when another message lights up my phone screen.
It’s Max. Even though he’s no longer saved a as contact in my phone, I pretty much have his number memorized, no matter how much I hate that fact.
Max:Morning! How’s school?
I grit my teeth and delete the message. But then a few minutes later, another one appears.
Max:I’m assuming you can text in class…because everyone else does, lol. If not, then text me during lunch or something.
Max:I miss talking to you! :)
Someone should give him an award for World’s Biggest Liar. He doesn’t miss me. And if for some reason he does, then maybe he should take a hard look at himself and stop being a cheating bastard. He has a girlfriend. He should missher. And although I really loved talking to him before I discovered his secret love life, I’m not so pathetic of a girl to be taken advantage of like this. I am better than this.
I delete the rest of his messages.
In third period, his stupid number appears on my phone again.
Max::( Where did you go?
I can’t take it anymore. I hit reply.
Me:Can you stop texting me?
Max:Did you get in trouble at school? My HS was pretty lenient with phones.
Me:This has nothing to do with texting in class. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.
Max:Oh… can I ask why?
Me:BECAUSE YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND. LEAVE ME ALONE.
