Once her mother finally realizes that sending her daughter to an all-girls Catholic school for being gay isn't the smartest idea, Aubrey Sinclair is then hurled into the shittiest school in her city, respectively. Trudging about her days as a timid...
As I scan the parking lot in search of my mom, I almost immediately can recognize her Prince CD piercingly blaring through her car windows. She proceeds to roll one down, making the music probably twice as blaring. "Aubrey! Tell me everything!"
Shit.
My heart drops once I realize that I completely forgot to send her a photo of the club.
Mentally preparing myself for her extravagant scold fest, I instantly begin apologizing. "Mom, I forgot to send you a photo from today's club, but I promise I went! I'll do anything for you to believe m-"
"What in the shit are you going on about?" She interrupts my rapid rambling. I shoot her a look of straight confusion. Was she not pestering me about the photos just this morning? The woman has the attention span of a chimpanzee, but I didn't expect her to forget so quickly.
"I thought you wanted photos-" I begin. She abruptly interrupts me again.
"Aubrey, I got the photos, how could you already forget?"
"What?"
"My beautiful, dense daughter. Check your phone."
Scoffing at her comment, I open my phone, disoriented. How did she get photos that I never sent? I then notice an actual notification, which is definitely new. My phone is usually dryer than a nun's vagina.
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I snort once I read Isaac's text. Once I ultimately unlock my phone, I note that he had quite the fun using it. He completely bombarded my mom's notifications with selfies that he took with Amira, along with the text "It's litty!!!!" Perfect. I timidly set down my phone in secondhand embarrassment. Litty.
I slightly throw up my arms, in a weak attempt to act as if I was aware of it all. "I totally forgot about that!" I say with a withered laugh. My statement only prompts my mom to give me a concerned stare.
"My God, I hope you're okay."
3:27 PM
After sauntering about my kitchen in search on something to eat, I decide to text Isaac back. The kid is truly something else, to choose to add himself on my phone, instead of just asking me. Perhaps he did so just in case of the fact that if he did ask to, I would say no.
I would've.
Before sending any text, I immediately feel the need to change Isaacs creative choice for a contact name. I can only hope that this conversation won't play out awkwardly. Over text, I truly hold nothing back. My honest personality reveals itself, despite the person I'm talking to. I'd find that to be a good trait if it didn't scare off so many people.
me | 3:28 so you've had fun going through my phone. any certain reason why you felt to add me as a contact?
Straightaway, he sends a text back, as if he began typing before I hit "send."
