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22|| Friends, Fun and the Call of a Fraud

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Chapter 22: Friends, Fun and the Call of a Fraud

Rather fail with honor than succeed with fraud.

~Starlight24

Starlight24: Hey

I stared at those words again. I had texted Popcorned over two hours ago, and there was still no response. I don't know why he was ignoring me.

I also don't know why I even cared.

Then, deciding that my phone would literally be the death of me if I continued to look at it, I threw it onto my bed and covered it with my pillows.

Naturally, my hand shot under and got it back.

Talk about great self-control.

Still no reply. This was going to KILL me.

I was in one of my crazy moods. I was in this hyperactive mood, where I would do and say some rubbish that I would probably regret later. It had happened a lot of times now, so I was used to it. It still wasn't any less embarrassing though.

"Dylaaaaaan," I called, opening my window to talk to him. It had become a regular habit now.

"Daaaaaaaaay," he responded after a beat. I didn't have to wait more than two seconds.

Unlike that stupid Popcorned.

"I'm bored." I informed him.

"Well thanks. I'll take that bit of information and work wonders with it, I promise." Dylan smirked.

"Help me not be bored." I ordered with my hands on my hips.

Dylan paused in mock thought. Then, out of the blue, he scooped something up in his hand and threw it at me.

He threw a bunch of cotton at my face.

"What even!?" I asked, laughing.

"Is that good enough, Your Highness?" he asked, bowing.

"Where did you get a bunch of cotton balls from?" I called, still laughing a bit.

He blushed at the question, which naturally piqued my curiosity. "Um... My mom..."

"Ohmigosh don't tell me." I said, shoving my hand out. "You got some girl pregnant, and you're too cheap to actually buy clothes so you're stitching them. I'm right, aren't I?" I asked. I was joking, of course, but Dylan's eyes widened.

"Riley's pregnant!?" he asked, looking horrified. Then he shot me a glare. "Hardy har har. Very funny, Day. I'm dying of laughter here."

"Ew, who's Riley?" I asked chuckling.

"Some chick," he said dismissively. This guy was ridiculous.

"I really didn't need that piece of information that you so gracefully supplied me with," I chuckled, still feeling a little queasy about his revelation.

"Hey!" he said, snapping his fingers. "Do you like Jase?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Huh?" I said, a little thrown by the directness of the question.

He moved his hands around. "Do you or do you not like Jase?" he asked.

"I don't know! I've just been through a huge breakup here and I'm not in the mood to let things get shattered again." I said with an eye roll.