Skylar
I grabbed my bag quickly and went to wait outside after practice for Tech. I was getting ready to meet Briana at the diner. Unfortunately my ride wasn't here yet.
I pulled out my phone,
-Hey, I just finished practice. I'll meet you at the diner.-
I clicked on Briana's unmarked phone number and sat down on the ground. My pocket buzzed and I pulled out my phone,
-Who is this-
-Who is this?-
-i asked first-
-So? I don't care. No one gets their way all the time.-I
laughed to myself, stopping suddenly as Ryan walked out in front of my, his eyes glued to his phone. Suddenly he looked up at me.
-ha! Ditto-
I rolled my eyes.
-So I don't get to know who this is?-
-hey your the one who texted me-
-It's a number on my phone. I don't know who's though.-
-thats what you get-
-For?-
-not marking your contacts-
-You make no sense.-
I heard a horn honk and I jumped a little, falling back. I stood up, being watched by Ryan.
-how?-
-Why don't you tell me who you are?-
I walked over and got in the front seat, making eye contact with Ryan.
-John Cena-
-Harry Houdini.-
-no really. Who are you-
-You're never gonna find out.-
-see you at the diner-
I rolled my eyes, "Coleman, take me home. I'll just have to have Briana come over."
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Ryan
"Yo, Rydog. Who are you texting?" Julia asked. I looked up from my phone.
We were swimming, so she was wearing a yellow and white bikini, whereas I wore a tee shirt and shorts.
"Hey Julia."
"Hi. Did you just notice I was here? Cause it wasn't like we haven't been swimming for an hour. Or in your case, texting a strange number." She reached for my phone. "So did the creep tell you who he-slash-she was? Do I get to know who this mystery babe is?" I moved the phone away from her.
"Oh stop. I don't know this person, but they're pretty chill."
"Chill as in cold or chill as in cool?"
"I'll get back to you on that." Julia rolled her eyes and dove back in the pool.
-so why werent you at the diner-
-Why so nosy?-
-I just wanna know-
-We rescheduled. Nothing personal.-
-I want to meet you-
-You don't even know who I am.-
-I also dont even know if your a guy or a girl-
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Short Stories
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