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Chapter 8 (Olive's perspective)

Olive stared the her ceiling laying down in her bed. She picked up her phone and looked at the time.

3:45 geez. I need to get some sleep if I want to have any hope of waking up on time tomorrow.

She sighed. Her phone buzzed.

From Blaire: LOL! Look at this funny asf text Diero sent me!

Blaire: I'm not playing a nerds game with you.

Diero: This was the shit back in the day

Blaire: HEHAHA BACK IN THE DAY???

Diero: Back in the 700's or whatever, mid evil times yar har har

Blaire: Bro what are you my grandpa

Diero was one of the friends Blaire had made during her P.E. class. I'm glad she was able to make friends quickly. I emailed.

After replying to her I set my phone down and rolled onto my side. I looked down and saw something peaking out of the pile of clothes accumulating in the corner of my room. I squinted my eyes to try and see what it was but I couldn't tell. I got up and walked over to it, picking it up and looked at it.

I groaned.

It's that stupid piece of paper again. I might as well message him, see what that bra-head wants. Reluctantly I typed the number into my phone and thought for a minute if sending him a message at almost 4am was the best idea. Blaire and I are up late again like we are most nights, but then again we're some goofy ahh oddballs who don't know what a bedtime is. Who else is up this late besides Jimmy Fallon.

Whatever he can reply to it in the morning when he wakes up.

My fingers glided across the screen forming a quick couple of words.

Olive: sorry it took me a minute but I got your note lol

I turned my phone off and shoved my phone under my pillow before closing my eyes.

Less than a minute later my phone buzzed again, assuming it was Blaire sending me something I checked to see what she said.

My eyes widened a little in surprise when I saw it was Jeremy replying to me.

Jeremy: glad you got it lmao, i know it's late but lemme tell you something since we're both up