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TWENTY-ONE
I R L & I M E S S A G E
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STATS, according to Harlyn Grace, was the thing that killed the dinosaurs. The only thing that kept her semi-awake in class was the extremely hot guy in front of her. The only problem is that Lance Quinn is what you could call a typical "frat bro" and he just wanted to get in everyone's pants.

"Miss Grace, are you going to continue to drool over Mister Quinn or are you going to answer the question?" my professor asked from the front of the large classroom.

"Uh, what were you asking?" she asked, immediately sitting up straight and opening my textbook for the first time that day.

"Pay attention next time, Miss Grace," he scolded, moving on to ask some other kid who wasn't paying attention.

"Were you really drooling over me?" the raven haired boy in front of me turned around to ask.

"You. Wish."

"You hurt me, Miss Grace." the comment reminded her an awful lot of Tom's comment.

"Thanks, I sure try," she said and gestured for him to turn back around to the professor.

"How about you make it up to me with a date?" he asked with a smirk plastered to his face.

"And why would I want to do that?"

He hurried to rip a piece of paper and jotted down something before sliding it to me, "Shoot me a text. I'll be waiting."

He winked before finally facing back to the front, his pride radiating off of him like the scent of hot garbage. Which, to Harlyn Grace, was exactly what he was but he still managed to cause a blush to dust her fair cheeks. She shoved the small piece of notebook paper with his number on it into her pocket as she listen to the professor scold yet another girl about not listening.

The rest of class seemed to drag on as she awaited to sweet freedom of her own apartment. To be more specific, the sweet freedom of her bed and the luscious feeling of sleep. After class had finally been dismissed after the two hour lecture, she raced out the door of the classroom. The second she reached the small room she called home, she jumped in bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

After a few hours or so, Harlyn slowly began to wake up, the warmth of her sheets keeping me for more hours than she would've liked to admit. By 8:30 P.M., she decided it was probably a good idea to start waking up. Then, she remembered the phone number in her pocket. Grabbing her phone off the side table and the piece of paper out of the jeans she just realized she had slept in, Harlyn decided she would text Lance and see just what in the world he wanted.

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hot garbage

(xxx) xxx-xxx
hey, it's harlyn from stats

[ 'hot garbage' changed '(xxx) xxx-xxx' s name to 'harlyn from stats' ! ]

hot garbage
Hey!
I beginning to think you weren't gonna text me

harlyn from stats
i sure tried to restrain myself
why did you want anyway?

hot garbage
Oh yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to maybe get lunch with me on Saturday or something?
I didn't think Professor Thompson would very much appreciate me asking you out in the middle of class

harlyn from stats
wait his name is Thompson
no wonder i've been calling Professor McDouchepants
his name even sounds douchey

hot garbage
So, would you maybe wanna come with me??

harlyn from stats
yeah
that actually sounds pretty fun

hot garbage
Great! Be ready by 10, I'm gonna surprise you with where we'll eat :)