luck. {really short.}

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by BABY_BLAZE9

by BABY_BLAZE9

|| Bailey's POV ||

Not even two minutes later I got another text. I stare up at my ceiling contemplating whether I should look at my phone or not...

*PING*

'Screw that. murder is my only option.'

I angrily grab my phone and see three text that make me want to barf.

[Don't care who you are at this point. would it be better if we did it in person? that sound fun.]-???

[you can't ignore me. I'm THE Seth Willson.]-Seth

[ just send a damn pic. it's not that fucking hard.]-Seth

'he's such an ass.'

Seth and the team come over for team meets every weekend, and as soon as my dad leaves the room, he starts talking about his body count, it gets higher each time

[I'm telling coach that you're harassing me.]-Me

[I'm the star player, you really think he'll believe you over me...?]-Seth

[lol, you have no clue, good luck dealing with him at the meet tomorrow...;)]-Me