Chapter 3-8: Miles

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"Well you can't hate the guy for finding a partner." I leaned on the car.

"Who said I was. He just needs to suck it up and admit he won't find one with his attitude."

My phone then ringed finding a random number messaging me out of nowhere. Are you miles it said.

Who are you. How did you find my number. I started panicking wondering who this person is. A hacker, serial killer, stalker.

Your friend emma gave me your number. I think this is about my friend's date this Saturday. I then relaxed realizing that this guy must be my double date. I just want to know who I'm gonna be with. He inserted a laughing emoji.

Don't expect much, I'm gonna be one hell of a mess. I also inserted a laughing emoji. What's your name? I asked.

Darrel.

I smiled and typed back. Let's chat again later. So much I have to do. I put a sighing emoji.

I left and came to Emma. "What the heck!" I crossed my arms.

"What?" She turned around and looked at me.

"You gave someone my number without my permission. That's just plain out shady." I hit her shoulder.

She groaned and stretched her arm. "How was he?" She asked.

"It was fine. He seems like a nice guy. But I got freaked out when he suddenly knew my name."

She laughed. "I chatted with him for a while. He's a funny guy, trust me."

My phone rang again to see that my mom was calling again. I hang up and put it back in my pocket.

Their is a point in our lives where the people we need to love doesn't feel right.

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