(Undergoing some much needed editing!)
Sasha Williams is NOT your stereotypical rich girl who struts about the hallways with Louboutins.
All she wants, this final year, is to stay with her best friends, binge-watch movies, be the best wing woman a...
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I get a text message from Nathan and I'm immediately sweating, thinking about all the possibilities of what his message might convey.
So far I've come up with 15 theories in the last three minutes.
I should just open the text.
My shaking hands click his contact and I'm immediately pushed into our text message stream. My eyes move through each word like there is something really important in each of them;
"Hey", that's fairly straightforward.
"It's me." Cocky much?
"Nathan" Oh okay, it's nice of him to reintroduce himself. Probably thought I must've deleted his number.
"I think I need help...big time." Uh oh... What help does he need? From me?
Can this guy be any more mysterious?
"Can we meet at Starbucks tomorrow...before school?"
Oh my freaking god.
What should I reply? What the hell should I reply?
I see the typing bubble and I just wait to see what he has to add to that.
He's probably gonna tell me that message was a mistake.
That'd be a huge relief.
"It's not about us if that's what you're wondering...I need a favor from you as a friend"
I don't know how to react to this message cause he just addressed my fear but what help could he possibly want from me, when he's got a whole bunch of minions from the basketball team?
But my curiosity got the best of me and before I could process it further;
"Sure...I'll be there at 7:00 a.m"
I just hope that my best friends don't know about this.
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