"So now that I have your number, and you have mine-" that wasn't Arty's idea by the way, "- we can talk anytime!"
"Yay," Arty muttered sarcastically. "Just what I always wanted."
Abigail cooed and reached over pinch Arty's cheek, to which he ducked his head in a quick dodge. "Don't. Touch. Me."
She smiled sweetly. "Awe. You're adorable."
Arty hated her.
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Short Story"lol u there?" "Use proper grammar." "no u" "Ugh." Arty can't stand that he has to be in a project with all around quirky girl, Abigail. He hates her, with a passion. Arty knows Abigail is smart, that's why she's in Arty's Advanced Calculus. When th...
