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*FACETIME SOUND*
"Hey, pookie!"
"Tay, we need to talk."
"Sure, what's the matter?"
"We need to break up."
"Wait, what? Why??" she asked in confusion.
"I'm sorry, but it's just not working out for us."
"Is this about our argument yesterday??"
"Nah, it's not you. It's me."
"Bronny, what are you talking about??"
"Goodbye, Taylor."
"BRONNY, please don—!" she said emotionally.
I hung up on her before she could finish her sentence. I felt so bad for doing this but I got myself in this situation and I have to get out of it. Bryce was sitting next to me on the couch, listening to our conversation.
"Now what?" I asked him.
"Now, call the Sophia chick and tell her about the plan. See if she'll play along with it."
Taylor attempted to call me back. I declined the call and began ringing Sophia. Hopefully, she'll go through with the plan.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hey, it's me again. Can we talk?"
"Um, sure."
"Like in person?"
"Oh, okay yeah. I'm home right now so you can stop by."
"Okay, I'll be there soon. Bye." I stood up and dusted myself off.
"Good luck, bro." Bryce said dapping me up. "Lemme know what she says."
"Aight, I will." I said dapping him back. I grabbed my keys and left.
