~Brynn's POV~
Sunday, June 19, 2016
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Waiting for a reply, I realized I hadn't seen Kayla all morning. I called out for her and there was no reply. I went looking for her and found a note on the kitchen table. How'd I miss this before? It read:"Going to the library to study. I'll be home around noon. -Kayla"
Okay well that solves that issue. I threw out the note and went back to my phone. When I unlocked the screen, there was already a new message.
From Unknown:
Just call me Jay.As soon as I read the text message I changed his contact name to Jay, then I sent a reply.
To Jay:
Well then, Hey, Jay.From Jay:
So Brynn, where are you from?To Jay:
Atlanta, Georgia. You?From Jay:
I'm also there. That explains the same area code as the person you were meant to text. Do you have a favorite musician?To Jay:
Well, of course Justin Bieber. And if you ever say shit about him, I will punch your face through this phone.From Jay:
Alright, alright, I won't say shit about your "precious" Bieber.To Jay:
GoodFrom Jay:
So how old are you?To Jay:
21From Jay:
Cool. I'm 22.To Jay:
That's cool..After talking to Jay for about 15 minutes I realized I had to pick up my car. I grabbed my phone, keys, and purse and called a taxi. Once the taxi arrived I told the driver where to go and then I heard my phone buzz.
3 unread messages
From Jay:
Yea....From Jay:
Where'd you go?From Jay:
HellooooooTo Jay:
Hey sorry. I'm on my way to pick up my car.. I couldn't drive it home last night.From Jay:
Did you party that hard?To Jay:
YupppppThe driver said we arrived so I paid him and left to get to my car. Once I got there I unlocked it and settled in. Before I drove away I decided to check my phone once more so I wouldn't get distracted.
From Jay:
I party hard all the time..
To Jay:
Funnnnn. I'm not normally that type but I make exceptions.
Then I started driving back to the apartment complex, next to my school.
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A/N- Heyy guys. This is super fun to write and I'm so excited for the future of this story!!
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