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2 | eighteen and other numbers

"Summer has come and passed

The innocent can never last

Wake me up when September ends..."

Jacob looked at his phone with a scowl.

Jessica Summers Calling...

Ever since she had texted him saying, "This is my number. Save it-Jessica :D" she had called him eighteen times. Who does that? Eighteen times and by now he was tired by the sound of his own ringtone, a song, if I may add, which always calmed him down and now Miss. Perfect had ruined it for him. Ruined Green Day, which he was pretty sure classified as a felony.

He couldn't imagine how Jessica got good grades at school when she wasn't even capable of grasping the fact that when someone doesn't pick up the phone, it pretty well means they're not interested. In talking. Ever.

He cut the call and sent a text, "Do NOT call. I'm busy. Text me." Okay, he wasn't really busy. There was hardly anything that really interested him but he wasn't willing to spend time, energy and phone calls on a bloody art appreciation project. They could get an F for all he cared. Oh right, he didn't care.

"I can't text-discuss you our project. Pick up. I know you aren't busy. I'm calling you," pat came the reply.

As if to prove her point, the mobile rang shrilly, its sound echoing across the empty house.

Jacob cut the call, sighed and vengefully changed the contact name to Pain In The Ass. Why, oh why, couldn't he have got paired with some slacker, someone who didn't give a damn about grades? But of course, he had to get paired with the golden girl of the school.

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