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𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞_𝟑𝟔 - please say hi Delilah i love you!
^𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐭 - hello !!
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𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝟎𝟖 - stunning 😍
^𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐭 - that's literally you tho 🤭
𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - ugh wanted to go so badly
^𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐭 - sorry pooks
^𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐳_𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐤𝐢 - omg yall are so funny 😭
𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨...

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 : 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

I have my headphones plugged in, listening to Olivia Rodrigo. I am in the front seat with my mom while she's on the phone. We are coming back from the Charlotte Annual Fair, and it's around 7:00 pm now. I snuggle up with a blanket in the car, and slowly drift to sleep. I hear my mom hang up on the phone, so I sit back up.

"Go to sleep, sweetie," my mom says, taking my phone out of my hand. I nod and close my eyes as she stops at a red light.

"So, you texting any guys or have any boyfriends?" My mom question. I freeze and look over at her. Oh god, please don't tell me she saw my texts with Walker.

"No, not right now," I lie. She nods and lets me go back to sleep. I quietly sigh as I drift off into my own world of dreams (with Sabrina playing in the background, of course.)

As I lay in bed back at my house, I reach for my phone. It's resting on my wooden nightstand. Tiny scratches on my phone flash in the moonlight as I turn it on and search for Instagram. I see Walker has texted me.

walker.scobell

hii
i can assume ur name
is delilah?

yep
and heyy

wyd?

tryin to fall asleep
it's like 11 pm in nc 😭

ohh
same here
about 11 atm 😦

why aren't you asleep?

just can't fall asleep
plus leena made me drink
coffee earlier so i could stay up
now im abt to die 🙏

hope God saves you

😒

how was school
if you even go

just boring
ppl recognize me from
the movie posters
it's soooo embarrassinggg

personally i would be flexing
but haters gonna hate

real
hru delilah?

im good walker
hbu schoolboy?

im great
hey there delilah
what's it like in New York cityyy
im 1000 miles awayyyy

istg 😭

BUT GIRL TN U LOOOK SO PERTY

quick question
can u spell 😻💀

uh yeah duhh
can you delia reichert

u js misspelled my name-
but it's okay 😋

oh sorry delia
DONT KILL ME

UH YES I WILL
IHYSM 😠

IHYSM TOO 😜

I laugh a little too loudly and hear footsteps approaching my room. I place my phone on my nightstand and find a weird sleeping position.

"Okay, I'm not stupid," my mom says, turning on the bright lights. I pretend to be just waking up. "What we're you doing?" I try to make up an excuse off the top of my head. I don't want to tell my mom I was texting the new Percy Jackson kid. First, she would get mad since I'm talking to strangers. Second, she would think I'm delusional.

"Just looking at TikTok," I respond. My mom nods and sighs.

"Please just go to bed. You need rest for ballet and school," my mom reminds.

"Okay, I will. Now, please turn the lights off. They are bothering me," I beg. My mom chuckles and nods. I smile. My mom reaches for the light switch and turns the lights off. I just sit there, not thinking of anything in particular. I realize I have left Walker on read, so I reply with a quick okay i gtg to bed, see ya 😋.

~

The following morning, I'm trying to find a cute outfit to wear. Why is this harder than expected? But, I know exactly who to text.

vik 😝

VIKTORIA
HAVING AN OUTFIT CRISIS

OH NO
U POOR CHILD
WHAT ARE THE OPTIONS

You sent 2 photos!

UH HELLO?!
THE RED ONE
ITS SO CUTE

OMG THANKS UR A LIFESAVER

OFC I AMM 😜🔥
SEE YOU AT 3

I quickly try to slide into the decorative jeans and throw the red shirt over my head. The shoes easily slide on, but I still have to tie them. I spend a good 2 minutes tying them. Yeah, embarrassing. But, I still have 20 minutes before I have to leave. I shove my Honors English textbook and notebook into my blue, floral backpack. I double check that all of my stuff is in my ballet bag, such as my pointe shoes, my notebook, and a snack.

I bring all of my bags down into the living room and plop them on the couch. I scurry back to the kitchen to get breakfast and lunch. I cut a bagel in half and throw it into the toaster, changing the settings before letting it toast. I take two pieces of honey wheat bread and use them for my sandwich. I slather one side with almond butter and the other side with fresh, grape jam. I spread both with a butter knife as I hear that the bagel is finished. I rush to the toaster and apply almond butter to my bagel. I put it in a container so I can eat in the car, and resume packing my lunch.

After I put a blueberry fig bar, chips, and an orange into my lunchbox, I zip it shut. I walk outside and see Eloise and her mom waiting for me in their car. I hop in and shove my pointe bag into my ballet bag aggressively. Eloise is right next to me while her mom is pulling out of the driveway.

"Hey," Eloise whispers to me. Her mom is on the phone with a client, so we don't want to interrupt.

"What's up," I reply in my quietest voice. She turns to her phone for a second and smiles. I smirk and she quickly closes her phone.

"So, did Walker respond?" Eloise inquires. Oh no. Listen, telling the truth is really easy. But they won't believe me anyway without screenshots, and I hate taking screenshots. I know it's not that hard, but I feel like they would also tell the whole school. Then, no one would believe me.

"No, what were you expecting? He's really famous," I reply, laughing quietly. The rest of the car ride is pretty quiet since Eloise's mom is going back and forth from her boss to her client. Once the car parks into the middle school's driveway, we hop out. I pull my dance bags out and ask Eloise to hold one. We walk in together, being early for once.

~

As I wait for the bus to take me to my studio, I check my Instagram spam account and notice I have 2 missing notifications.

walker.scobell has requested to follow you : ALLOW or DECLINE

kaylamak10 liked your story!

I audibly gasp since no one is around me. The Walker Scobell just requested to follow me? My hand starts shaking as I sit on the bench, seeing the bus slowly approaching. Should I accept? I'm not sure.

My finger hovers over the ALLOW button as I see the bus slow down. I should just do it now so I don't stress. As the bus halts to a stop, I quickly click ALLOW and stand up off the bench.