Tate
I don’t think we’re getting all of this story.
He thought I was a girl.
Jack invited Ty to the conversation.
Wren
The fuck?
Percy
How? Why? Huh?
Ty
What did I miss?
Cal
Asher got asked out by a guy who thinks he’s a girl.
Ty has left the conversation.
Jack
Lol.
Tate
Lol. Poor Ty.
My phone rang before I could respond.
Jamie. Of course he’d call.
“Miss me?” I said when I answered.
“Not one bit,” he lied. “What the fuck is this shit about?”
Luckily, my roommate was out. The guy was chill as fuck and had a ton of friends he was always with instead of here, so I didn’t have to worry about what I said out loud and splayed across my bed with a sigh.
“Savannah and Morgan.”
Jamie chuckled. “Got it. What sort of mess did they get you into this time?”
He got a quick summary from the initial experiment through the costume event and meeting Luke.
“Fuck you for only tellin’ me now, but please, God, tell me you’ve got pictures,” he begged, then paused while something rustled in the background. “Michael says hey.”
“The fuck I did,” Michael grumbled in the background.
“Okay, he told me to get off the phone with my girlfriend.”
I snorted. “Speaking of him calling me your girlfriend—”
“We’re not datin’, Ash.”
