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Jesse
"HE ASKED YOU TO WHAT!?"
Dylan's loud voice almost made my soul jump out of my body.
See, I love my best friend but there are times that I regret ever meeting him.
"THAT HANDSOME BOY WHO LOOKS LIKE A GREEK GOD WITH FREAKING GREY EYES ASKED YOU TO HELP HIM!? "
" Calm down, Dylan. It's not like he asked me out on a date." I rolled my eyes at him. My best friend is freaking dramatic.
"Are you kidding me!? He could have asked ANYONE! Heck, he could have just hired a freaking private tutor or something. He's crazy rich for Christ's sake! But he chose YOU! " Dylan exclaimed, pointing a finger at me. "The shy and cute little nerd," He grinned.
"Can you not describe me like that ?" I scoffed in annoyance.
"Never. So...when is your little 'study session' happening?" Dylan asked, using air quotation.
"Why are you using air quotes? It is a study session," I said as I roll my eyes at him. He exaggerates everything.
"Whatever.... Just tell me when, where, and all the details. " Dylan smirked.
"Wel.... It's tomorrow but he didn't tell me the time and place. He said he will text me-"
"HE WHAT! WAIT!HOW?OH MY GOD! HE GOT YOUR NUMBER?! "
"It's for-"
"Wait! I need a moment to take this all in." He said, raising his hands.
What is going inside that guy's head?
"Listen to me Jesse, that guy is totally into you. This is like all those romance movies where the rich, popular guy falls in love with the cute nerd." Dylan said dreamily. "You guys are so cute.... I ship it! Wait! You guys need a ship name. Hmm.... Jesstan?...or.. how about Trisse? "
Trisse? What kind of ridiculous name is that!? I rubbed my temple listening to Dylan's rant. This boy seriously makes my head hurt. I've never believed in the dumb blonde thing but my blonde-haired bestie over here is definitely dumb.
Why did I even tell him about this in the first place?
Well, actually I didn't tell him. He kinda found out on his own. He was late for lunch and saw Tristan and I having lunch at our usual table. So he chose another one and decided to not so secretly spy on us. When Tristan left I was showered with questions.
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