The Jersey Girl ✔️

6: The J.L. Carmichael High Cowboys

I don't really know what I think about these jerseys but whatever. Here's the chapter anyway.

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Dean: I can give it to you guys.

Keenan: Wait, but how do you have her number?

Dean: We're friends.

Evan: How come you get to be friends with her.

Dean: Guess she likes me more.

Smith: I'll end up being her fav.

Ethan: Good luck with that, she seemed kinda pissy when she talked to me.

Keenan: She prolly just doesn't like you.

Smith: I know she'll like me.

Me: Are you guys forgetting that I'm in this chat too?

Ethan: Wait, you are?

Me: Yep.

Ethan: Can we get ur number then?

Evan: Please?

Me: Fine. 908-872-1243.

Keenan: Thanks Babe. 😉

Me: 🙄

I laughed to myself and continued to tap away at my phone.

"What's so funny?" My dad asked, looking away from the road at me for a quick moment.

He let me sleep in this morning but was taking me to school for my last two periods.

"Just texting my friends." I replied.

If he knew I was smiling while texting the quarterbacks he wouldn't be all that happy.

434-877-9855: Hey. Sup?

Me: NM. Who's this?

434-877-9855: It's Smith

I went in to my contacts and made one for him.

Me: Oh hey. Watcha doing?

Smith: Trying not to die of boredom. I swear my Algebra 2 teacher is the worst.

Me: Damn really? I love Algebra.

Smith: I don't mind it either, but this dude is a literal dinosaur.

Me: Can't be that old.

Smith: Nope. He's like 87.

Me: Lol. No way. Ur lying, he can't be that old.

Smith: I'm not lying. He's actually 87. He has a fucking Nokia flip phone.

Smith: Aw shit. He just yelled at me to put my phone away. bye.

Me: Have fun with algebra lol.

Smith: I'll try.

I had a feeling that I'd be making a lot more friends today.

The truck pulled up in front of my school and I jumped out, saying a quick goodbye and thank you to my dad.

I was already a little late to third period so stopped at the office to get my late slip. I climbed three flights of stairs to get to my locker, and was almost a panting mess when I got there.