Sometimes, my friend could truly be an idiot.
Colton walked over to the computer where he found a piece of paper and a pen. After writing down Peyton’s phone number, he handed it to Jayson as if it were precious cargo.
“I’m not even going to ask, but whatever it is, good luck.”
Colton walked away and Jayson had a cheesy grin on his face like he had the answers to all my problems.
I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I burst out in laughter, unable to turn it off.
“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“You…” I tried to get the words out, but the laughter was too strong.
Jayson leaned back in his chair, sipped on his drink, and waited for me to come to my senses. When the uncontrollable laughter finally subsided, I said, while still trying to catch mybreath, “You just paid two hundred dollars for a phone number that you could have gotten from me. For free.”
He set down his glass and glared at me. At a loss for words.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you had their numbers?” He jolted forward in his seat when he finally let it sink in.
“You seemed adamant. I didn’t want to interrupt theprocess,” I said, making finger quotes.
“Whatever. Let’s just get this ball rolling now, shall we?”
Jayson pulled out his phone and opened a new text thread. He tilted his phone toward me so I could see as he was texting.
Jayson: Hi, Peyton? This is Jayson. I’m texting on behalf of Spencer.
“Is that how you always text? Because if it is, I have no idea how you’re able to pull as much pussy as you do.”
“Jesus Christ. I didn’t want to freak the girl out. Plus, this isn’t for me. It’s for you. I don’t even know what this girl looks like.”
His phone pinged with a text back.
Peyton: OMG. Is he okay?
“Why does she make it sound like you’re dying? Of course, you’re okay. Just a little heartbroken and sappy is all.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Because you dip shit, you said, “I’m texting on behalf of Spencer,” like I had been in a major car accident or something and unable to use my fucking phone.”
I needed another drink for this.
“You’re right. That was kind of morbid. Maybe I should turn on the charm a little.”
His fingers got to typing as a smile spread across his face.
Jayson: Physically, he’s good. Mentally though… that’s another story. I’ve never seen a grown man so torn up and in his feelings before. I’ve had to change my shirt three times today because every time I hug the guy he won’t let go. Then my sleeves end up drenched in his snot.
Before I could smack his phone from his hands, he pressed send.
“Fabrication much? Jesus, man. I’m having far too many regrets right now for telling you any of this.”
“Just trust me. This will work.”
We both watched the screen intently as the little typing bubble popped up. Then it disappeared just to show up again.
Yeah, I’d have no idea what the fuck to say to that either.
