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Chapter 4: C for Chinese

Stupid.

A news update about construction.

Lame.

Leftovers week on some show called Chopped.

Boring.

Spongebob?

Hell to the no.

I grumble, tossing the tv remote onto the couch cushion to the left of me.

There was just nothing to do around here; no one to talk to, no one to play with. Sure, I had my trains, but Dad just came home from the bar; he won't function till tomorrow afternoon at least.

I sigh, sprawling my body across the length of the couch with my closed eyes facing the tv, and curl into myself. Normally, I couldn't fall asleep this quickly, but something about today made me want to sleep.

And sleep I did.

For about two seconds, at least.

God damn you phone, I thought; snatching it from the ground with frustration. It rung again, but not from a call, which is unusual, but instead was ringing from a text message, which was unicorn-rare.

I felt my eyebrows knit together when I saw an unfamiliar number appear on my screen, and I quickly typed a reply.

It read; Hey you.

Wrong number.

The idiot still had the nerve to text back; I'm pretty sure my research is correct.. this is Gable, right?

I nearly choke. How the hell-

Depends on whose asking.

Every single text I sent, the person on the other side of the line replied almost instantaneously, and I couldn't help but feel like this was fun.

Jacoby Winters, smart ass.

I was definitely not expecting that. But who does this pedophile think he is? Looking me up on the internet in his free time; tsk, tsk. I giggle behind my hand, nonetheless, and can feel my heart doing somersaults with every text.

Well hello to you, too.

I reread our entire conversation over and over again, pinching myself on the inside of the wrist to see of any of this was real, and not just some sick dream.

You know.. you're hot, I'm hot. So I thought, why not?

I bit my lip at that, and tried so hard not to smile, but guess what I did?

That rhymed.

...

But it did!

Am I LOLing to you?

I technically can't hear you, so.

God, you're impossible.

I know.

Anyways, I thought that maybe you and I could have dinner? If you wanted to, that is.

Um, yeah! That'd be cool! Give me a sec to tell my dad, and I'll tell you when to pick me up.

I kinda forgot where you live.

Then I'll tell you dumb-dumb.

You know, we can't go on this friendship if you're going to continue to be RUDE.