Saturday
Asshole: whr u wanna meet up?
Lou the Poo: Idk, whr do u want to?
Asshole: Ummm, I don’t mind
Lou the Poo: Fine. The park.
Asshole: Okay…time?
Lou the Poo: U decide
Asshole: 11.30?
Lou the Poo: Yeah I guess
Asshole: Woo, only 1 hour to go!
Lou the Poo: Ergh, whatever see u there.
Asshole: Bye love
Lou the Poo: Bye.
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Lou the Poo: oml…I’m sooo sorry….
Asshole: it’s okay….I only waited like…2 hours
Lou the Poo: I’m sorry! Mum wouldn’t let me go.
Asshole: What? That’s ur excuse.
Lou the Poo: Come on! That’s the truth
Asshole: I’m sure it is.
Lou the Poo: Leighton…come on…that’s not fair
Asshole: I’m sure it is. I get it. U didn’t want to hang out with me.
Lou the Poo: LOOK, IT’S NOT MY FAULT!
Asshole: OKAY! No need to shout. Jeez. Ur mum…okay…y wouldn’t she let u go?
Lou the Poo: She said. “ur meeting a guy? Y have I not met him yet. Ur not going anywhere young lady.
Asshole: Really? So I have to meet ur mum to hang out with U?
Lou the Poo: Mmmmm, unless I lie…
Asshole: Nooo, u can’t do that…
Lou the Poo: U just wanna meet my mum now.
Asshole: Maybe ;)
Lou the Poo: Ergh whatever
Asshole: Sooo, when can I?
Lou the Poo: Probs next weekend?
Asshole: Awwww, okay….
Lou the Poo: I gotta ask my mum k…I’ll text ya later all the details
Asshole: Okay. Seeyah later Louise xx
Lou the Poo: Bye Leighton xx
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Messaging the Player
Teen FictionLouise is in her final year of high school. She's expecting an easy, drama free year, when Leighton, the schools player messages her. She is confused by this...and wonders what is going on. Is this a dare? or is it something else?
