Sofie
Friday morning I woke with full intentions of going to class. I've managed to avoid Webb all week with different excuses. But then my phone chimed as I was cleaning up after breakfast.
A much better looking week for us my sweet.
Hasn’t this guy figured out he’s not reaching his girlfriend. I decide to reply finally:
Sorry you have the wrong number.
No I don’t.
Yeah you do. Please stop texting me.
You don’t have to pretend my sweet.
Seriously dude, wrong number. Leave me alone.
I wish I could my sweet. I think we might have to refine this game of ours. I can't wait to see you soon.
Seriously back off dude, I think as I stop responding and delete the messages. I find myself crossing my arms and rubbing the outsides of my upper arms with my hands like it will shield me fro
