Chapter 18

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Wednesday, 4:00 pm

Marc: Hi, I know it's been forever, but I really need to talk yo you.

Tom: Marc? Daaamn dude, wtf?!?

Tom: I haven't heard about you in so long!!

Marc: I know, and I'm sorry.

Tom: No prob. What up?

Marc: I just wanted to talk with you about a girl.

Tom: Oh, so you have love problems, don't you?

Tom: I really thought you were gay.

Marc: Uh, No. I'm not.

Tom: Damn, sorry man. It just seemed like it.

Tom: Anyways, tell me about her.

Marc: I don't really know her, but I think u do.

Tom: Delilah? Man, she's a creepy stalker.

Marc: No, not Delilah. Halley.

Tom: Halley?

Marc: Er...Yeah...

Marc: Black hair, brown eyes, small...

Tom: Man I don't know who she is.

Marc: She has a killer body. You know, big booty and tits...

Tom: Oh yeah man! I remember her!

Tom: That booty...

Tom: Anyway, what do you want to know?

Marc: I think she wants something with you. You met her at a party, don't you?

Tom: Yup, and...?

Marc: She got my number instead of yours.

Tom: I know, I gave it to her on purpose.

Marc: Wait, whaat??

Marc: So that's why she has my number??

Tom: Exactly

Tom: I'm not really interested on having something serious with her.

Marc: You gave her my number just bc u didn't wanna talk to her later?!?

Tom: Exactly

Tom: We talked and danced that night, but that's it.

Marc: And...

Marc: Don't you wanna give her a 2 chance?

Tom: Fine...only bc of her body, I don't want feelings involved.

Tom: Can you give her my number, plz?

Marc: Yup, I will.

Tom: Thanks, you're the best.

Marc : typing

Marc: (I hope she thinks the same after this)

Marc: Yup, no problem.

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