Chapter 3 - Numbers

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     Tate wakes up the next morning, rembering what had happened the night before. She looks at the piece of paper crumpled on her bedside table. She picks it up and reads it. Harry. Before she knows it, Creslie burst into the room, "Good! You're awake. What are you doing? Text him!" Creslie grabs Tate's phone and types in the number from the paper. "Here. I did most of the work for you." Creslie smiles and skips out of the room.

    "Hey. Is this Harry?" Tate texts the number. Maybe half a minute passes when she gets a reply, "Yeah I'm Harry. You're Tate? Your friend talked to me about you a little bit." "I'm sorry about her. She can be a little pushy sometimes." Tate replies. "Nah, don't be sorry, love. If she hadn't, I wouldn't have been talking to you right now." Harry says. The two keep texting for hours until Tate falls asleep.

     Tate wakes up in the middle of the night. She looks at the clock. 3:24 am. She looks at her phone. 1 new message from Harry. She reads it, "Damn. You must've fallen asleep. Text me when you're awake. Night xx." Tate smiled at her phone, and went back to bed.

     Tate wakes up and looks at the clock; 10:49 am. She looks over and finds Creslie sleeping at the end of her bed. Tate nudges Creslie, "Cres, get up. Its almost eleven." Creslie lifts her head and looks around, "Nope." and lays back down.

     Tate looks over and sees her phone. She picks it up and rereads hers and Harry's conversation from the night before. She texs him, "Hey. I'm awake now." Her phone goes off right away. Its a text from Harry, "Morning! Did you sleep well?" Tate smiles, "Yes I did. How about you?" she replies. "No. I didn't. I couldn't stop thinking about you." Harry said.

     The sound of Tate's phone going off made Creslie wake up, and realize why its going off. Harry and Tate were having a conversation. Creslie jumps up and snatches up Tate's phone. "What are you doing? Its too early for this." Tate says. Creslies reads through Tate and Harry's texts. Creslie's eyes widen, "Oh my God! He's into you!" Tate blushes. Was he really?

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