Book two: Popular girl and the nerd

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Five missed calls, two voicemails, and three texts.

All from Tom.

He hasn't tried to get in contact me a week after I caught him. I really thought he had given up. I hoped he had.

I have zero urge to call him back. The way he acted made me realize very quickly what kind of person he is.

"Hey," Cristina's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I look up and raise my eyebrows. "You good?" She asks.

I sigh and show her my screen. She looks down at it and her face distorts in confusion. Then her mouth opens and she looks back up at me.

"Gross? Why?" She asks shaking her head. I shrug.

"No clue, he hasn't spoken to me in a week I really don't know what he would want to say now." I say raising my eyebrows. She scoffs.

"I truly don't get it. Ever since then he's completely isolated himself from everyone you know? But do you plan on talking to him?" She asks picking up her glass from the table. I feel bad that this interrupted our weekly dinner we have together.

"No, I don't know honestly. I feel like I'll have to eventually. But I don't plan on getting back together with him, at all," I say shaking my head. I look up at her and sigh. "Anyways, I don't want to talk about this shit anymore. How's Grayson?" I ask her picking up my fork. She looks at me for a second before answering.

"He's good, surprisingly. He's starting to hang out with better, nicer people. I'll have to bring you around them." She says. I smile.

"Yes you do, how'd they meet?" I ask. She squints and looks up.

"His business class I think, one of his classes I forgot," She says. I nod. "Did I tell you about what happened in his class the other day?" She asks me.

"No what happened?"

"He said his professor kicked two people out for having their phones on their desk, he said he shouted at them in the middle of class. Made some girl cry." She says taking a bite of her food. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Are you serious?" I ask her. Her eyes widen slightly.

"Yes! Don't laugh, I plan on taking that class next year, but fuck now I don't." She says dramatically.

"Just don't have your phone out." I joke and look up at her. She glares at me.

"Bitch." She snaps. I laugh and reach out for her hand.

"Cris-" She snatches her hand away.

"I'll make a scene." She warns trying not to laugh. I lean back in my chair and put my hands up.

"Please don't." I chuckle. We're both quiet for a second as I take a drink. I open my mouth to say something but we both pause when we hear a loud noise suddenly fill the restaurant. Cris looks behind me and shakes her head.

"It's a Thursday why are frat boys coming here." Cris mutters rolling her eyes. I chuckle and turn my head slightly. I see a group of guys all huddled together, they looked plastered. I chuckle and turn back around.

"Good thing we're almost done." I say smiling.

"I'm about to ask for the check now." She grumbles. I watch amused as she stares daggers at the group behind me. She leans forward suddenly and squints.

"Cam is that..." she trails off. I pause and stare at her.

"What?" I ask her. Her eyes widen.

"That's Harry." She says snapping her head towards me.