Chapter Three

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-

Waking up to my favourite alarm, I got out of bed, getting ready for school with my daily routine: brush my teeth, shower, change, curl my hair, put on make-up, then eat breakfast.

Once I added my final touches to my eyeliner, I walked downstairs, grabbing an apple, feeling a buzz from my phone. Grabbing it, I was taken aback when I noticed the different phone case until I remembered the events from last night.

HOLY CRUD JACK JOHNSON STILL HAS MY PHONE. HE HAS TOUCHED MY PHONE. AND I HAVE TOUCHED HIS.

A second buzz brought me back to reality. Looking at the phone, the contact read, 'Nash Grier'. Holy cow. The Nash Grier is texting me. Well, Jack. But I have his phone so it still counts.

From: Nash Grier

Yo Jack, sick party @ Ginger's Club tonight. U up?

From: Nash Grier

Oh and bring a honey with u.

I furrowed my eyebrows. I didn't know you could rent out a club here. I put my apple down, beginning to type.

To: Nash Grier

Hi i'm Ella. I have Jack's phone and he has mine rn. If you wanna comtact him, my number is *insert number*

From: Nash Grier

Thanks Ella :) hope you get ur phone back soon.

Replyng a quick 'thank you', I finished off the last few bites of my apple, before taking off to school; walking until I can afford a car of course.

With my school in sight, I felt yet another buzz coming from my pocket. Opening it, I smile. Jack.

From: Ella

Hope you have a good day. Don't lose my baby♡

I shook my head.

To: Ella

Hah, I would never dream of it♡

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