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I looked over at Amaya and she had her hand open. Niomi and Marlene rushed over to both of us and screamed.

"You heard me. Pass his number over."

"Uh..I don't think it's a good idea."

"You don't ever have good ideas, come on babe. Pass over his number." She fake pouted and begged. "What you don't love me any moreee?"

She reminded me of our childhood friendship. Shes still the goofy and outgoing kindergartener I've known for all these years.

"No." I joked. I closed the machine door and shuffled over to my other pair of clothing.

{Hopeless}

"Oh please give us his number!" Marlene begged. "I've been a fan for years!"

Niomi pushes the blond lightly. "Yeah right, I've been a fan for longer."

"Did you see the way he looked at me?" Amaya held her face and blushed.

"The horror in his eyes." I commented.

"Yeah right, he's totally into you."

"I'm so jealous." Niomi fed into Amaya's ego. I continued to stuff my brown bag and I walked away from everyone.

"You're still giving me his number right?"

I turned around from the door, the brown bag slung over my shoulder. "No."

She was flabbergasted when I shut the door, her jaw dropped to the ground and the other two girls looked at me as if I just whipped my ass on the ground. Shuffling to my car, I unlocked it and threw everything aside.

*buzz buzz*

"Fuck." I muttered. Quickly I dug through the pile of clothing to retrieve my cellular device.

'Thursday afternoon. 3 PM,
be their or be square'

I frowned at his message

'Looks like ill be squared,
Thanks for confirming with me.'

I shut off my phone and buckled myself in, as soon as I was ready to drive off, he responded. I groaned as temptation grew over me.

'Aw don't be like that!'
'Fine, what time are you free
So we can meet up, I don't want to
Be inconsiderate.'

'Considering that I'm still in college,
A Sunday morning would go great.'

'If the lady wants a Sunday,
Lord said let it be Sunday.'

{Admire}

A small smile cheekily danced upon my lips. I subconsciously bit the bottom of my lips and continued to drive my way home.

When I arrived I shouted, "I know you're here you little troll. Get down here so I can tell you about my day."

Lydia happily hopped down the steps and grinned at me. "Is that my shirt?" She's been trying to get me to stan the group for years.

"Is that my sweater? Take it off, it's probably dirty." I flicked my head towards my sweater that was draped onto her chest. She wined and took it off.

"So you're finally a stan?" She raises her eyebrows.

"No, but you wouldn't believe the day I had and who I met."

"Who?"

"Zion."

"No fucken way..." Her face was flabbergasted and she looked at me wide eyes. Soon she smirked and sat back. "No way. This is a joke."

"On god, I met him."

"Stop it, Mami doesn't like it when you use the lords name in a lie."

"Lydia. I'm telling the truth."

"Show proof."

I bit my lip. Their was no way to prove that I actually met him other then a simple text message. Sitting back, she smiled in victory. But I would back down, and theirs no way that I could ever ask him for a photo. Just for this one time, I'll let her think she won.

"Next time I meet up with him again, I'll send you a photo." I started to take out the clothing in the brown bag.

"Photo Shop doesn't count."

"Ironic for you to say, you photoshop everything."

"Don't mock what you can't do."

"Fair play, fair play."

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