Page 13 of Filthy Puckers


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Me

No it takes being a psycho

Unknown

Psycho is such a harsh word. I prefer mysterious

Me

Same thing

Unknown

Is it though? Because you’re still texting me

He has a point, and I hate that he does.

Me

I have to get to class

Unknown

Don’t let me keep you, but Kane . . .

Me

What?

Unknown

Remember what I said about the safe word. You never know when you might need it

Before I can respond, another text comes through.

Unknown

And I’ll consider the friend suggestion for next time

I shove my phone into my backpack and practically run toward the communications building. This guy is absolutely infuriating, but I can’t deny that he makes my heart race in a way that has nothing to do with being late for class.

By the time I hurry into my Public Speaking class with thirty seconds to spare, I’ve convinced myself that I should block the number and forget it ever happened. But as Professor Mason talks about the power of persuasive communication, all I can think about is distorted voices and glowing masks and being chased by complete strangers.

I’m definitely not blocking that number.

Unknown

So... next time, do I need to bring the or will you?

Me

Funny. I’m still not over my ass hitting the ground so hard. I’m suing

Unknown

You walked away fine. A little dramatic, Kane

Me