Another lovely day at King High. Isn’t that just wonderful? Nothing against the school personally, it’s these fake people hear. I’m glad I met Kyla, she is like the realest among them. You sure that’s the only reason you’re happy you met her? Yes, I’m sure. Keep telling your self that. You are myself and I’m sure. I think.

            “Hey, Spence”, Kyla says catching me as I’m walking into our science class.

            “Hey, Ky, what’s up”, I say heading towards our lab table.

            “Not much, but about today, I need to stay after school for a drama meeting, so we won’t be able to work on our project tonight”, she says taking her seat next to me.

            “Oh, okay. That’s fine.”, I say looking down. There goes me seeing Ashley today.

            “You sure that’s okay. I can maybe try to get out early”, she asks.

            “No, it’s okay really”, I say with a tone of finality. The rest of the class goes by uneventfully. I’m sitting at lunch with Kyla and her group of her friends when I get a text message from a number I don’t recognize.

<hey there pretty blue eyes>

<um who is this> I reply, blushing slightly from the unknown person’s comment

<ash> my stomach does a flip and I instantly begin to smile.

<oh hey. Um how did you get my number> is that really all you could ask.

<um I got it out of kyla’s phone. I hope you don’t mind>

<no its fine I was just wondering. So what’s up>

<um nothing I was just wondering if maybe um after your study session with Kyla um you maybe could um hang out with me> holy crap, holy crap, holy crap. I can’t believe she wants to hang out with me. Wait what does that mean? That she wants to hang out with you. Duh. But for what? What if this is some kind of joke? Maybe she just wants to get to know you.

<I mean I understand if you don’t want to > Ashley sends a few minuets later. Crap I haven’t texted her back. Tell her yes you idiot. Shut up.