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(GIA'S POV)

I set a bag on the table that's in the middle of my living room, while Ava sets the second one down.

"Mr.Herron has sent me a message on Snapchat." I inform her as she lays on the couch with a packet of bears.

Her facial expression switches completely.

"What'd he say?" She asks with curiosity, not getting up from the couch though.

"Well, he said 'is that how you always deal with traffic?'." I quote looking up from my phone.

"What did you say?" Ava questions, sitting up now.

"Wait, I take it back." Ava quickly speaks, exaggerating with  hand motions, before I even process her question.

"Did you even reply?" Ava now asks. 

I smile sheepishly at her.

"You know me so well!" I laugh and look back at my phone.

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Whoops?

"Why don't you reply?" Ava asks, and I look up at her.

I take a seat on the couch and grab a bag of cookies.

"I mean, I guess I'll have manners." I sigh and open the text again.

Ava laughs and grabs the remote from the table and soon begins to surf through the channels.

Yeah of course, or else it'd be too boring

I send the message and get out of Snapchat.

"Why aren't you freaking out, yelling, punching doors?" Ava asks as she settles for Law and Order: SVU.

"You expect me to end up meaning so much to Mr.Herron?" I laugh.

As if.

"Well, still. It's worth at least a 'woah.' He is a pop star." Ava remarks.

I keep quiet.

Sure, it is 'woah.' I mean, it'd be impossible to not be.

This is a pop star that texted me.

Woah.

There it is, it finally settled.

"Yeah, people would die for this." I admit, feeling guilty now.

"Mhm, and you're over here eating panda cookies." Ava snorts.

"I'm always eating, or trying to eat, panda cookies." I remark glaring at her.

She notices and laughs.

"I would've danced my ass off." Ava confesses.

"You're a model, it'll grow back." I retort, putting a cookie in my mouth.

"I'll remember that insult." Ava scoffs.