Finally today, he must have had enough because I got these lovelies:I get it. And I AM sticking to my word. I’m just trying to make things NOT awkward.
Fine.
They stopped for a while and then thirty minutes ago he sent this:Tomorrow meet me at the track at 8:30. Wear running clothes and shoes. Don’t argue with me.
I rolled my eyes. He was such a girl. Yeesh.
So I texted him back:You are such a girl! yeesh!
My phone was off all weekend. I literally just got your texts.
He didn’t text back right away so I started getting ready to study. I pulled out my books, changed into sweats, made myself a snack, which would double as an early dinner; leftovers a la mom. And when he still hadn’t texted back I decided that he was trying to initiate payback.
I felt bad that he thought I was blowing him off or ignoring him because of our talk the other night. But only because he seemed so worried about it and he had a way of getting me wrapped up in his emotions.
It was probably for the best anyway. I did not need to spend a weekend texting Fin back in front of my family. They would have no doubt figured it out and then sent me to a convent.
Did people still do that?
That would make a good study break activity. Note to self, google “sending away to convent.”
Finally the studying came to a close and my stomach was mostly satisfied. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and then crawled into bed.
Just as I was plugging my phone in for the night-unnecessary, but habit- Fin texted back. I noticed it was eleven thirty. The realization came to me that I sent Lara Karston over there this evening and I couldn’t help but wonder if he was just now finishing with her.
Oh gross.
His text said:I’m not a girl.
So I had to text back:Are you sure? You have so many emotions. You kind of seem like a girl.
It’s you. YOU make me have all these emotions. They’re driving me crazy.
Shouldn’t have blamed me for losing 7k. This is what you get when you falsely accuse someone.
This is what I get with you.
I was at a loss so I pulled out the big guns and texted back:middle finger.
I don’t know what that means. But I do have a way for you to get out of this deal we have going on. Are you going to come to the track prepared?
I’m always prepared.I was never prepared. But this felt like a standoff and it was important I appeared tough.
Good.
Good.
See you tomorrow Ellie.
Whatever.Psht. Obviously I won that round.
And even though I was snarky and rude, I couldn’t wipe the wide, happy smile off my face. It was fun to flirt with Fin.
Way too much fun.
