"WOOO! Go Kenzie!!" I holler from the bleachers with a big smile on my face as my little sister kicks the ball into the goal.
Parts of my face, hands, knees, and shoes had patches of dirt because sometimes I help coach the soccer team.
I start to think about that picture that Grayson sent me. He seems too perfect to actually to be real. You know what I mean?
What if he's catfishing me?
Buzz.
My phone vibrates against the metal bleachers. I pick it up and see Grayson had texted me.
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Gray: u wanna show ur face now?
Gray: i'm sure you are beautiful :)
Me: i'm kinda scared
Gray: why? i'm not gonna judge you.
Me: still
Gray: i sent you a pic of my face. It's harmless
Me: how do i know if that's actually you tho?
Gray: well
Me: well what
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I set my phone on the bleachers and stare at the sky. The clouds slowly glide along. The warm wind blows through my hair. The birds are chirping.
Everything is calm.
The sound of laughing children echos through the park we are in. It's the little things that we should appreciate more. We can be so caught up in our own problems and we don't ever notice how good life really is-
Riiiiinnnnnggggg
I glance at my phone and see Grayson trying to facetime me.
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ABORT MISSION. ABORT MISSION. ABORT. ABORT. ABORT. NOTHING IS CALM.
FUCKKFBNDKDHEID
Riiiiinnnnngggggg
A SECOND RING.
God, what do I do?
I'm ugly as fuck.
Oh jesus.
Riiiiinnngggggg
Shit shit shit shit shit shit.
Out of instinct and fear, I hit decline and the ringing stopped.
Oh god now I probably seem like a bitch.
Buzz.
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Gray: why did you decline the call?
Me: i am at my sister's soccer practice and i look like shit
Gray: ohh. well do you wanna facetime when you get home?
Me: sure but you gotta do ooone teeny tiny thing for me
Gray: hm
Me: send nudes bitch ;)
Gray: very funny. I'll call ya later
Me: bye loser
