Baby Blue

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"Mystery guy and I talked on the phone last night," I say to them, hoping that the fact we're in a hallway would keep them from being too loud. Or Landry at least. "You talked on the phone. Since when have y'all been talking on the phone?" Landry practically yelled. My technique will need some slight adjusting. "Yes, we did. And we've been talking since the day I got the first note. I think I might've forgotten to tell y'all but, I got another note after lunch. I think he might've put it in my locker before lunch started. It had his number on it." I said as quickly as possible. Trying, and failing to get this over with. "What? Why didn't you tell us this earlier?" Landry said. "Because anytime I say something about a guy you literally turn into a screamo singer," I say, jokingly, but at the same time, not joking in the slightest. "I know sometimes I overreact, but it's just because I'm happy for you. The rest of us don't really get any action. If you know what I mean. That's why I always get excited about yours." Landry says. "I know you mean well, but you know how to exaggerate very well. So, just whisper next time we talk about 'him'." I say to her, not wanting to make her feel bad. BUZZ BUZZ. Oh, my phone. I hope it's Baby. 'Hey, princess. How has your day been?' Baby asked me. 'Good, so far. Would it be weird if I said I missed you?' I replied. 'No, of course not, princess. If it makes you feel any better, I missed you.' He said back. And just like that, a fuzzy fluttering feeling crept into my stomach. Butterflies. Just from a few words. You can't get butterflies for him, he's not Milo, I chastised myself. "Are you talking to him right now?" Landry says beside me, thank god. She didn't yell it. Just as I look up to answer her, I run into a 5'7" barbie doll. Oh god, Sierra. I do not want to deal with her right now. "I'm sorry." I say to her as I back up and look down. Not wanting to provoke her. "Yeah, you're right. You are sorry, a sorry piece of shit. I saw you flirting with Milo the other day. Don't even try to deny it." She hisses at me. I flinch back from the emotional impact but don't let my face show any emotional damage. "No, I wasn't flirting, the only reason you'd think that is because you're an insecure, selfish bitch. Who can't stand another female having a friendly conversation with "your" man." I hissed back, know I'd strike a nerve. I wasn't going to let anyone push me around like that. I'm no door mat. And with that said I gave her the bird and walked away.