Lahat ng Kabanata ng One Accidental Text: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

RhettBy Friday morning, I’d been accused of being high, getting laid, and winning the lottery.All because I’d walked into school smiling.Apparently, happiness was suspicious when you were Rhett Callahan.“I’m serious, dude. What’s going on?” Knox asked, falling into step beside me. “You’ve been grinning like an idiot since you got here.”“Maybe I’m excited about the game.”“Bullshit. You don’t smile about games. You complain about Coach trying to kill us, threaten to quit football, and then throw three touchdowns.”“Four tonight.”Parker appeared on my other side. “See? Something’s wrong with him.”I laughed and opened my locker.The truth was, I’d spent another hour on the phone with Dressing Room Girl last night.And I’d enjoyed every damn minute.She’d asked whether I wished we actually knew each other. I’d told her sometimes, but I wasn’t in a hurry to ruin what we had. She’d gone quiet before admitting she felt the same way.Then we’d argued about whether cereal counted as din

Rhett I’d never considered myself a guy who spent twenty minutes staring at his phone, trying to figure out what to say to a girl. Usually, I just said whatever came to mind. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes I got called an asshole. Either way, I didn’t lose sleep over it. Dressing Room Girl was apparently turning me into someone I didn’t recognize. Last night, she’d asked about Friday. Not who I was or where I went to school, but what had made me so happy. I’d told her enough to be honest without giving away the football game. Then she’d said I was becoming important to her. That was the part I couldn’t stop thinking about. I’d had girls tell me they loved me after two dates. I’d had girls tell their friends we were practically together because I’d kissed them at a party. But this girl didn’t even know my name, and somehow her admitting I mattered to her felt bigger than any of that. “Callahan!” I looked up from my phone. Coach stood in the weight-room doorway, looki

EmeryThere were three days until Sadie Hawkins, and I was beginning to think whoever invented school dances deserved to be locked in a room with a hundred teenage girls arguing over hairstyles.Piper had sent me fourteen pictures of shoes before seven that morning.Fourteen.I hadn’t even brushed my teeth.PIPER: These would look amazing with your dress.ME: Those heels are six inches tall.PIPER: Beauty requires sacrifice.ME: So does breaking an ankle.PIPER: Fine. Flats it is, Grandma.I laughed and tossed my phone onto the bed.My green dress was hanging on the closet door, exactly where I’d left it after trying it on again Sunday night. Every time I looked at it, I felt two completely different things.Excitement.And the overwhelming urge to hide it beneath my mattress until graduation.I’d never worn anything like it to a school event. Usually, my idea of dressing up involved finding the nicest oversized sweater I owned and hoping nobody noticed me.This time, I wanted people

RhettI’d been at Sadie Hawkins for exactly eleven minutes, and I was already considering leaving.The gym looked like somebody had robbed a craft store and dumped the evidence all over the basketball court. Fake trees lined the walls, paper vines hung from the ceiling, and enough fairy lights were strung around the room to cause a citywide power outage.Knox thought it was hilarious.“Dude, look at that tree. It looks like it’s dying.”“It’s plastic.”“Exactly. How do you kill something that’s already fake?”Parker appeared beside us, holding Madison’s hand.“You guys are terrible. People worked hard on this.”“Yeah,” Knox said. “And apparently they worked blindfolded.”Madison smacked his arm.“Be nice.”I glanced around the gym. Actually, it looked pretty good. The lights made the place feel less like somewhere Coach tortured us with conditioning drills and more like somewhere people might voluntarily spend a Saturday night.“Where’s your date?” Parker asked Knox.“Getting punch.”

RhettI’d spent most of Saturday night trying to figure out how to tell Emery Collins that I was the guy she’d been talking to for weeks.By Sunday morning, I’d come up with exactly zero good ideas.Which was impressive, considering I’d been awake until two.I rolled over, grabbed my phone, and opened our messages.DRESSING ROOM GIRL: I had a really good night. Thank you for talking me into wearing the dress.I read it twice.Then I remembered how she’d looked walking into the gym.Jesus.That dress.I’d thought about the picture plenty of times, but seeing Emery wearing it had been something else entirely. Not because of her body, although I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed. It was the way she’d walked in looking terrified, then gradually started laughing and dancing like she belonged there.And she’d looked at me like I was somebody worth smiling at.That was the part messing with my head.ME: you did the hard part. I just provided excellent adviceDRESSING ROOM GIRL: and modes