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Freaking doofus. Smirky Douchebook: Wow, for someone so studious I thought you woke up at 5:00 am or something... I swiped through the endless string of texts—sarcasm, jokes, and complaints. Then finally: Smirky Douchebook: I know you place your phone on vibration. So, I'm simply going to keep texting you until you wake up. I sighed, closing my eyes briefly. Perhaps I should just leave him on read and… Brrrrr.

I smiled seeing that one text from Monica, knowing she indeed missed coming over to my apartment. “Hey bitch where you at?” “It’s been ages girl!” “Any coochie down yet?” Her texts came in repeatedly with the continuous buzzing of my phone that I couldn’t help giggling to myself in the car. “Quit trying girl, and no coochie’s ever going down!” I texted back smiling into the screen of my phone as her name popped up with the notification word “Typing…” “Silly!” I said, with a smile creased on my face, knowing she had nothing else to say other than a naughty word for the day.

ph/GigaLifeApp I frowned upon reading it. What the heck! Maybe it was sent to the wrong person? But it's impossible to be a wrong send, and what's with the 50 MB left when I'm connected to Wi-Fi! I didn't reply, but I received another text from the same number. People nowadays do nothing but deceive! From: +639********* Hey! That's all it said in the text, so I was puzzled. Then Drake suddenly popped into my mind. Knowing Drake, he loves to tease. Maybe it's his new number and he just wants to mess with me. Oh well, I knew it! He loves to tease me!

Silas; Yeah, yeah. Fay; Just send the picture to me. Silas; Which? Fay; You know which. Silas; I doughnut know such tIN. Fay; You really are a clown. Silas; Hehehe I know. You love this clown, bitch. Fay; Dfhjjkldfghjkln. I laid down on my bed with my eyes wide open immediately after texting with Silas. The few last texts we exchanged were still clear in my head, where he said I love this clown, which was him.

'I need your help to identify who it was' I texted. 'I thought I typed no' He replied. 'There's always a remuneration' I texted. 'No' He typed. 'I'm not interested in money' 'This means you are interested in something else' I replied. 'So' "What would you like?' 'Your seat' He replied. 'Sure' I texted. 'Hahaha' He replied. 'Such a funny joke, Lucifer' 'I'm serious here' 'It's not a joke, though' I typed.

My phone buzzed like it was about to burst out in fumes with nearly twenty messages right at the moment I switched it on. Who on earth was that? What on earth did they want? I spread on my bed after getting rid of my shoes and stared at the screen to see who was so restless to send twenty text messages to me in just a few hours. Scrolling down, I saw Scar's voice messages, with many emojis, asking me how I was, get well soon, sorry, etc. It was common for us. I am used to getting stupid texts. But as I scroll my finger down further, I found a weird text message, which actually started with the word, Bitch...;

“Tell them to get some food on the way. Alcohol if they want as well but light, beers or good wines at worst, still need them to be conscious in case anything happens.” “Relaying the message to them,” Walter says and tinkers around in his phone, thumbs flying over the keyboard as he sends text messages. “They would like you to know that, quote on quote, ‘Boss is the best’, ‘Thank you Boss’ and ‘Boss was hot tonight’ with God knows how many exclamation marks. Why is this group chat always like that?” Walter mutters to himself. “There’s also a bunch of emojis that I won’t spell out, but it’s a lot of hearts, hot, crying, and eggplants ones, for some reason.”

"Are you alive? If not then tell us we are also coming with you" "Babyyy pick the damn phone" "Elsa, where are you?" "Pick up your phone" Hahaa my friends are hilarious. They left their minds when we talked to each other. But all in this that one text message making my smile vanish It's from Zian from yesterday "It's going to be a week, where are you? Please pick my phone call please. And if you not then I'm going to file a missing complaint of you"

A message. “Hope your day’s going alright. How’s school treating you?” Simple. Polite. Unexpected. I chewed on my straw and texted back, “It’s boring, as usual. My friend’s been ranting about reptiles for ten minutes straight.” His reply came faster than I thought it would. “Sounds intense. Poor lizard guy. Hope he survives the semester.” I smiled a little without meaning to. Maya noticed and raised an eyebrow. “You texting your secret admirer or what?” she teased.

After what felt like hours, I decided to go indoors and check my phone in case, smiling when I saw the message from Nate. My life: What are you doing im bored as fuck. My life: I hate everyone here at the office. My life : Hey are you asleep? My life : where are you baby? I'm dying here. My life : Are you ignoring your man while he’s dying? My life : Oh, my fragile heart, you're wounding me, ignoring me while I die. I rolled my eyes at his text and bit my lip to stifle a laugh. Typical dramatic Nate. Me: I'm here having a blast.