"She's hot bro." A smirk falls on my face because I know Jake's right, she's totally hot.
"Bet you can't make her fall for you." I scoff at the bet he just made. Of course I can get her to fall for me. I can make any girl in this school fall for me.
"You're on." I say with a smirk and glance back at the new girl.
in which a sad girl leaves voicemails for a dying boy hoping that one day, maybe, he'll pick up the phone.
completed august 23, 2017
voicemail format, lowercase intended