When she left me on read for all of one minute, no typing bubbles, nothing, I called it a win and headed to class.
Fuck her.
Thefallfestivalwasthe week of Homecoming again this year. As the school readied for the festivities, the town readied for trick-or-treating. Houses were draped in fake spiderwebs, tombstones, and ghouls. Classrooms were decorated with fake pumpkins, all things orange and black, and sign-up sheets for festival booths and activities.
This also marked the first time Jack and I would have to work alongside each other. Trent hadn’t been joking about us being used as manual labor. At our Monday session, he told us we’d be pulled from a few classes Tuesday and Wednesday for setup and to bring out some of the heavier decorations from the basement.
First off, I didn’t even know the school had a basement. Secondly, I figured Jack was just as excited about it as I was, considering how fast he ran from Trent’s office when the hour was over.
The school had been hosting this festival for so many years now, it was an art form and well organized. Tuesday during our last two periods, Jack and I met with some of the faculty to unload the tables from the back of a trailer. There were tons of people around, and we didn’t actually have to worktogether. With the tables out, we moved on to the booths until three, when we were let go for our respective practices.
Wednesday 7:06 AM
Princess
I’m younger than Ty by 12 minutes and he loves reminding me.
Aww, that’s cute, Princess.
Princess
Tell me your new thing, then stfu.
You’re really not a morning person, are you?
Princess
…
Whatever. Sometimes I wish I was an only child.
Princess
Dark, but okay. Why?
I didn’t mean it dark. Just meant, worrying about Cara can be a lot. Ty would understand.
Princess
Doubt it. Ty doesn’t have a little sister.
Doesn’t he though?
Princess
I hate you.
Do you though?
Princess
God, I wish I could block your number.
We were pulled from class early on Wednesday. Most assignments were a joke this week. We weren’t missing anything important, except our joint session today. However, working alongside Jack with Trent hovering was pretty much one giant session—with the added benefits of Jack exerting himself in various ways.
“Jack,” a feminine voice called.
I straightened from the bale of hay I’d just placed on the outline for pumpkin bowling and glanced at a woman waving at Jack with a bright smile. He took a deep breath, then jogged the short distance to her. She kept coming, and he clearly didn’t like it.
