Text Convo
R: Hey Bae!
A: Um, hey.
R: Where you at?
A: On the couch.
R: Oh, wanna go somewhere tonight?
A: You know I’m with Prince.
R: Fuck him. You know I love you… Come on you know you want to.
I felt the couch move. “Hey Bae!” I put my phone I my chest.
“Um, hey!” I said nervously hoping he wouldn’t get suspicious.
“Who you texting?”
“Just a old friend.”
“Oh tell ’em I said hi…”
“Okay, I’ll tell them later.” Buzz Buzz
Text Convo
Unknown Number: Meet me at Jai’s Cafe…
A: Who is this?
UN: Don’t worry about it… Just don’t tell nobody, keep this a secret.
End of Text Convo
“Who was that?”
“No one but, I gotta go.”
“Where? Let me come…”
“No.” I said putting my clothes on. ( http://www.polyvore.com/meeting_this_mysterious_somebody/set?id=42596514 )
“Well you can at least tell me where you’re going.” I shook my head as I walked pass him and through the bus door. I walked to the cafe and looked around. Buzz Buzz
UK: I’m at the first booth closest to the door.
I walked through the doors and sat down. The was person in a oversized hoodie. I couldn’t recognize him because the hood was so big. He pulled the hood off and it was Roc. “Roc?” I started to get up into he grabbed my arm.
“Come on we can hang out as friends.” I settled in the chair and crossed my arms.
“Why go through all the trouble of a fake number and making me keep secrets? I hate keeping secrets expecially from Prince.”
“Sigh Smh! Can we not talk about him please?”
“Mean I guess…” Buzz Buzz I pulled out my phone then Roc covered the screem and put it in his pocket.
“No, no. No phone. This is me and you time.” I playfully rolled my eyes.
- – - – - -
“Babe?! I’m back.”
“Hey…” He hugged me. “Why didn’t you text me back?”
“I didn’t know you texted me.” I pulled my phone out and he took it and put it in his back pocket. This is the second time someone has taken my phone from me! He pecked my lips, he knew I wanted more so he kissed my lips again. Buzz Buzz
“It’s from an unknown number…” I looked at him confused. “Hey, I had a great time today. We should do it more often. Love you, Roc.” I looked at him innocently. “No, don’t give me that look. Do what?” I opened my mouth but no words came out. He threw my phone on the couch and walked to the back of the bus. I plopped on the couch and sighed.
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