Bryce
I hated going to school last week. I have nothing to look forward to. Nathan was sick. Yeah, I spent most of the weekend with him, but I wanted to see him more.
But he texted me nonstop last night and assured me that he was coming back to school today. He missed yesterday because he still had a high temperature and wanted to make sure he could eat properly without puking, but he's better now.
I hope.
Nath💙- Yeah... I might be late... so I won't see you this morning... I'll see you at lunch maybe. I'm coming between 2nd and 3rd
I furrow my brows, re-reading the text.
Me- K. That's fine. As long as I get to c u
Nath💙- Stop being cheesy...
Me- Whoops. Y will u be late??
Nath💙- I felt a little sick early this morning...like at 5... I'm just going to eat and take a shower before going to school... I'll text u if I puke or something...
Me- Ok. I hope you feel better... I miss ur face😣😣
Nath💙- U saw me Saturday...
Me- And?
Nath💙- Well then... U don't want to c me... being the lovely teenage boy I am my face started breaking out yesterday morning
Me- I still want to see ur cute little face
Nath💙- Eh... My face just looks like a pizza... I'll ttyl... Have a good day until I c u
Me- Ok thx. I hope u feel better baby
Nath💙- 🤬😠 DOUCHEBAG!!!! 😠😠 WHY DO U HAVE TO BE SO MEAN... YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE
Me- 😇
I smile softly, rolling my eyes. I love teasing him with names. He gets mad and cusses me out usually, but it's worth it.
"Why are you smiling?"
My eyes flickered over to Jackson, who was raising a brow at me.
"No reason," I muttered, shoving my phone into my pocket.
"Sure, did your boyfriend send you a dick pic or something?"
"He's not my boyfriend, he still doesn't think I like him. And no, he's too sweet and innocent for that."
Jackson rolled his eyes, "he probably does like you, just doesn't know how to tell you or something. Just fuck the truth out of him."
My eyes widen, "no! I just said he's too sweet and innocent to send me a pic, do you really think he would let me do stuff with him?!"
"Just saying."
I roll my eyes, slamming my locker shut. Eyes shifted to me, but I didn't pay any mind to them.
"Bryce!" A squeaky voice beamed from behind me. Kill me. "Hey!"
"What do you want, Madison?"
"For you to come to my party tonight." She smirks, twisting her bleach blonde hair around her fingers. She bit her bottom lip, "it would be nice if you came."
"Sorry, but I'm going to have to pass." I shrug, "I'm busy."
"Doin what? Screwing around with Angela again?"
I roll my eyes, "nothing ever happened between us, Madison. Mind your own damn business."
"Well that's not she said. She said you asked her to-"
