hang ups | ✓

chapter three

"Twelve times eight is ninety-six, right?"

"Ahh, that reassurance that someone didn't block you when they contact you again!"

"Dude. Answer the question."

"She even uses my name!"

"Answer!"

"Yes, ninety-six is right."

"Thank you. Now I just have to square root it..."

"Mrs. Hamel for Algebra?"

"Ugh, yes. I suck at math."

"Yeah, I know. You got a 53% on your test last week."

"..."

"Hello, Jackie?"

"..You're in my math class...."

"Ooo, yeah, didn't think that through before speaking..."

"Is this Vector? I swear if this is, you're such a-"

"Wooaah, no this isn't. I'm very charming. And if you guess my name, I'll just say no anyways, you know that, right?"

"..."

"..Jackie, the silence is real."

"You better not be Ethan.."

"I'm not, but why not Ethan?"

"He's such a jerk, and plays girls. One of those populars.."

"And you aren't popular?"

"No. Well. I don't know.."

"Hm. I don't really care if someone is popular or not. Maybe you are misreading Ethan?"

"No, I'm not."

"Well, I'm certainly not popular."

"Hm. How did you get my number?"

"I'm, Dude. Dude can do anything."

"So you're either Ethan, Victor, Daniel, or... Who else.. Oh, or Trevor."

"I'm none."

"What? But you have to be in my math class!"

"I never said I was, I made it seem like I was though."

"Then how did.."

"Know your test score? Maybe because you screamed it at your friends during lunch?"

"..Ugh."

"..."

"Stop laughing, seriously. This is worse then math homework."

"I have to go fair maiden, I shall talk to you later."

"Tell me first!"

"Goodbye, Jackie."

"Ugh.. Fine.. Ttyl."

"..'Ttyl'? Really?"

"Don't judge me unless you tell me who you are!"

"..."

"Hello? Dude?"