11:11pm

Emmanuel

Cass, A, Luke, Azrael, and I stood under our usual tree after school. Cass is African American, with brown eyes, and dark brown hair. A is short for Amos, he's Italian. He's got this dark green dyed hair, and chocolate brown eyes. Azrael is from Indonesia (he moved here to the U.S. when he was 8) he's the tallest out of all of us, with black wavy hair and a green-hazel colored eyes. Cass and Luke were fighting about wether we should go eat at the diner down the road or if we should stop at the library first. I ran a hand through my wild curly hair, I pulled out a green bean. "Ew guys! I'm still finding green beans in my hair!" I cried tossing it at Azrael. He laughed,"That's not our fault that your hair is like A's room." Amos frowned,"My room is not a messy like E's hair.... it's an organized mess." he said pulling another green bean out of my hair, wrinkling his nose. I laughed.

After a while Azrael and A joined Cass and Luke's argument. I searched through the crowd looking for Ian. He was staring at me when I met his eyes, I blushed and looked away. Then I looked at him again, Ian smiled at me then his friend Raymond blocked my view. I frowned.

"Emmanuel! Get you ass a mov'n or we're leav'n you!" Cass yelled at me, apparently they had decided to eat first. I jogged over to them. "Soooooo, E. I saw you talking to Ian in the hallway, what was that about?" Azrael said wiggling his eyebrows. Everyone ooed.

"What'd he do ask for your number?" Amos asked.

"Yeah, he did actually."

"OOH!! HE DID?!"

"Amos Fabrizi shut up!!"

"OO HE WANTED YOUR NUMBER!!" A continued to yell as the rest laughed. I felt my face grow hot,"Guuuys. Stoooop." I whined stomping my feet, looking around to see if anyone was around to hear us. Cass slung an arm over my shoulder,"Well, hey man if you didn't want us to yell about it then you should've been quiet." I sighed, then my phone went off. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked it.

505-633-2709:

Hey Emmanuel it's Ian, not some random stalker.😁

Luke snatched my phone and the others quickly formed a tight circle around him, keeping me away from the phone. "Guy come on! Give it back!" I cried trying to jump on Azrael. "What do we text back guys?" Luke said.

"Hey sexy, what ya do'n?"

"Wanna be my boooyfriend?"

"Just say Hi, lol" A said. They all separated away from A. "Really this is a chance to mess with E's future man and that's what ya choose?" Cass said. A looked at me and shrugged. I yanked my phone away from Luke and ran as fast as I could. "Hey!" Azrael yelled, as they chased after me. I ran around the corner and rushed into the diner. I quickly sat at a booth while the others walked in and sat down winded. I smiled innocently at them.

Lol, thank gods. If you were a stalker I would've called the cops on you.😂

I sent the message hesitantly to Ian and then looked up everyone was staring at me in suspense. "What? Guys I'm starving feed me." I stated. Amos went to go order some food while Luke, Cass, and Azrael questioned me.

"What did you say?"

"Did you ask him out?"

"Did you send him a meme?" Azrael asked. Luke and Cass turned to him. "A meme, Little Jew Boy, really?" Luke asked. Azrael nodded,"It always the right time to send a meme." Cass put his head in his hands,"God you're such a memer Azrael. You need help." We all agreed. "Jew boy just, oh my lord just. Just go back to your country, you don't need internet. Kys." Cass said sighing. Azrael laughed,"No you need a memer in your life Cass calm down you love me."

After we ate and went to the library Luke and I went home, I was kinda bummed. Ian never texted me back, that was two hours ago. I guess it was stupid to think he liked me. "Tia Luke and I are home!" I yelled as we walked in the door. "Aye, mijos! Come inside, come inside!" my tia exclaimed as she rushed in from the kitchen with flour all over her and also trailing behind her. Luke smiled,"What are you making Miss Thyme?"

My tia bustled us into the kitchen,"Nothing just some enchiladas and wedding cookies." Luke frowned and whispered to me,

"What wedding?"

"There isn't one."

"Then why is she making wedding cookies?"

"It's what they're called, like snickerdoodles."

"Oh. That's weird."

I chuckled and shook my head.

Luke laid on the pullout bed we kept under my bed snoring loudly. I sighed and checked my phone again, 12:45. Ian still haven't texted me back. It's been over 8 hours, he probably forgot that I existed and doesn't like me back. He never will and I'll have to except that. I turned over facing the wall and clutched my phone to my chest frowning. Even after what I told myself, I still wished for Ian to text me back.