Ghost: What’d she say?
ME: She didn’t believe me at first. But she might be a little over-excited.
I don’t want to tell him about all the realistic worries she brought up. It’s too early to be worried about what kind of future we could or couldn’t have, or whether I’m brave enough to step outside my comfort zone in such a big way. Right now we’re just getting to know each other and enjoying each other’s company when we can manage to get together.
Ghost: I am too. *winky face emoji* *heart hands emoji*
Ghost: Tell her I said hi.
“Jesse says hi,” I say, not looking up from my phone.
The kitchen towel hits me in the face. “You jackass.”
“What? He’s not allowed to say hi?”
“Not that.That,” she says, pointing to the television screen.
A banner flashes across the screen:
$50,000 donation made by Luc Martín!!!
Wait. What? No!“Th–That was supposed to be anonymous!”
Shawna cackles. Loudly. Like an old, evil witch. “That’s definitely going to help y’all stay incognito!” There are actual tears streaming down her face.
“This isn’t funny, Shawnnnaahhhh!”
My phone pings several times in a row.
Ghost: Did you mean to do that?
Ghost: You know what, I don’t even care.
Ghost: The next time I see you, I’m going to drop to my knees and worship your cock until you’re trembling. Then I’m going to bend you over and tongue fuck you until you cry.
“Ooh, spicy–” Startled, I accidentally smack Shawna in the face. But to be fair, she shouldn’t have been creeping over my shoulder like that.
“What is wrong with you?” I ask.
Shawna folds her arms. “You’re the one sexting your boyfriend when I’m busy making fun of you! I just said that you should hire a third grader to teach you how to work your phone so you don’t do stupid shit like this, but if y’all are gonna be nasty over text, that’s probably not a good idea.”
My phone pings again, and Shawna’s eyes light up a little too much for my liking.
“Is it a dick pic?”
“What? No! It’s AJ.”
AJ: You meant for that to be anonymous, didn’t you?
Shawna snorts. “Can I have his phone number so I can have someone to talk shit with?” Then she stops and makes a face. “Wait, if he knew about Jesse first, I’m going to riot. That’s bullshit.”
“He doesn’t know about Jesse.”
“You mean hedidn’tknow about Jesse.”
I fall back against the couch and cover my face with my hands. “You know what, you two are made for each other.”
“Whatever. I’m loveable as fuck.”
