It All Started With Our Jacket

❄Chappy 03- Don't Copy Me

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You got it or what?

Felcon911: Anna! Please. One more to make this bet perfect. I want the dude to do something only boys in fiction would do. I'll get his number from any source if I have to to tell you are lying or not.

Detcreepydoll: You're seriously killing me. Is this like a mission so I'll be straight? That's never happening. What do you have against lesbians anyway?

Dyin.a: Nothing? We're just having fun with you now. Since the bet you did with me.

Felcon911: True true! Mine too! Playing lesbian Cupid isn't gonna take you anywhere Anna! Besides. Next year is our last year together. Might as well be the juiciest.

Detcreepydoll: Fine...greedy assholes.

I've been waking up around 10 in the morning lately. And boy. Thank. You. Mum! Frick you two!

My brothers were too busy with their college shiet. We only interact once in a while. Like when there's just one last of fried chicken on the table. But otherwise, no.

I'm secretly thanking food for what it does to bond my family. Holy Chicken. Thanks.

Anyway. I tried calling my old friends but those boys only gave me their parent's phone numbers when we were primary. I tried. But my only result was a hang up.

"Hello?"

"Wuff."

"Um. Wuff wuff."

"Wuff." Then I heard a slobbering sound. Okayyy. I'm giving up. I'll just go back to eating chicken.

"Mike." I heard a voice. Oh wait. Hold up, chicken.

"Hello?" I heard a familiar voice.

Damn. I forgot who this was.

Dominick.

Oh. This asshole.

"Domi?"

"May?" Don't call me that.

I cleared my throat. "Umm. Hey?"

"I got no time for nonsense. Spit out what you want."

Dang. Um. I couldn't say send me letters when school starts, right? That's just plain stupid.

"You have a phone?" My mouth slipped. I smacked myself.

"Alright. Bye. And don't. Call me Domi."

"Wait." But I already heard his click. I smiled a while knowing how much he hated me for calling him Domi. I don't know. That name is just so cute. Well. Better than Min anyway.

"You have a phone?!" I screamed at myself.

"Hayyyyy. Sissy." My eldest brother stood by the door.
"Want help?"

"Haha. No. And don't you have that so called project of yours?"

"Finished." He grinned.

"Um. I need a male friend." I blurted. I don't know why.

That. Got my brother shocked.

"Why so sudden?"

"It's a bet between me and my friends. I need a male friend for it."

"Brothers aren't counted as one." I said before he could open his mouth.

He pouted.

"Aw. Ugly." I smiled.