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Chapter Ten

Makennas POV

Holy. I cannot believe Dylan got Kian Lawlys number! Its like I'm dreaming, me and all my friends are getting our celebrity crushes numbers, and going out on dates with them. Its like its fake!

All the other girls (except me and Dylan) are going out on dates with their new found loves. Dyl and I both think its moving SLIGHTLY too quickly, but im happy for them.

Me and her are hanging out and eating barbecue chips (our second bag of the night, dont ask why i have so many bags of barbecue chips in my house) in our PJs at my house.

"Hey, hey mak, should i call Kian?" Dylan asks in an indecisive tone.

"Uh, yeah! Whatd ya think I was going to reply with?" I reply sarcastically. "Yeah I knew your answer, I just needed someone who agreed with me."

I laugh a bit, and choke on my own laughter causing me to make a weird, gross sound. "What the-heck-was that?" Dylan manages to say, through her manic giggling fit I made happen. "I dont know j-just, just call Kian" I stutter through my own laughing.

I watch Dylan's phone screen light up, and i see her do her code- 66366. Nice. I memorize that, to be used against her for trolling later.

She switches pages on her home screen and clicks the green phone icon, then dials in the number we figured out earlier. She presses enter and brings the phone to her ear.

I can hear it ringing, and I grab a chip and put it in my mouth. Oh yes, the sweet bliss of a barbecue flavoured chip.

'Hello?' I can hear a voice say on the other side of Dylans phone.

I quietly whisper "its me..." I continue on the song in my head, why is it so catchy?!

"Hey! Its dylan!" ..... "Yeah! Its meee" .... "Oh, yeah! Sure!" Dylan stands up and puts her pointer finger up, signalling she'll only be a minute.

Sure. Sure dylan. I bet. "Do you need a condom??" I squeak out in an old lady tone before dylan turns the corner.

She gives me a glare, and mouths, 'that was too loud!!!'. Oh, how i can imagine the 'thats what she said' jokes if Sierra was here.

I grab my phone off the table and start scrolling through Instagram, quickly passing most of the pictures, only looking at some if they had something like John Cena or some sort of meme in them.

My phone buzzes twice and a message pops up at the top of the screen reading:
'Sam Pottorf
Hey, hows it going?'
My heart skips a beat and I click on the text.

I had completely forgotten he had my number, but oh god, im so happy he didnt.

I look at the text over again, and try to formulate a reply. No! Too quick. Wait a minute before replying...
Ok, how do people do this? I need something to do for a minute.

I go back and click on Katie, and I type "Sam Pottorf just texted me what do I do omg" I copy and paste this onto all my chats with my friends, and send them.

Ok, that was probably a long enough time to wait. I tap on Sam's messages and type in "Hey, im doing great! How are you?" Perfect. I hit the send button and await his reply. Instantly i see the typing bubble pop up and he says- " im doing just fine, now that you replied 😂".

Okay, it may sound fuckboy-ish, but yknow what, I don't care.

He also replied super fast, so I guess I didn't need to have waited before.

Sam and i continue our conversation for half an hour or so, and this is so much better than barbecue chips. I must seriously be in love if hes better than barbecue chips.