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Warning: This book contains strong language and sexual content. You have been warned.

Note:There reason I chose Camila was because I was in rush and I couldn't think of anyone else. So if you don't like Canola then imagine someone else. That's all I have to say.

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"Do you remember that day when it all happened?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I remembered that day. I think about everyday. Its when I met you and your rude ass self. I would go back in time just so I could relive it even if you were a dick that seemed to be on his man period."

"Haha. You aren't funny."

I flip my hair and walk off saying, "That smile on your face tells otherwise."

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"Should I do it?" I ask myself, looking at the number written on the small piece of paper that sits in my sweaty palms.

Early on at school my thumb off a teacher assigned us partners for a project we're not going to remember in a few years. And since my teacher is such a thumb I got the cocky jock who had no idea what was going on. Now, I'm usually not the type to call people names but if you were me, you would too. I mean he isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer and I'm surprised he passed primary school. Hell, I'm surprised he knows how to breath.

So I sit on my bed, trying to figure out how I should approach the situation. Should I go with a simple hey? or should I be more sophisticated and say hello?

"Just text him you idiot." I say in my head. But should I? See, now that's a question that needs to be answered. I think for a solid 10 minutes before deciding to text him.

So nodding at nothing, I send the first text.

Faith: Hey, It's me, Faith(:

Now we just wait for him to text back.

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2 hours later

I stand in the middle of my room, danicing to Beyonce that blast loudly from the computer. As I'm about to 'get low' my phone dings loudly. I drop to the ground, my arms flailing and my scream piercing the air. I groan loudly before getting up and walking to my phone.

The phone lights up with a message from Jace. I hum at myself and pick up the phone.

"I'm surprised he knew how to spell." I say to myself as I read the message.

Jace: Who in the h.ell is 'Faith', because this b.itch don't know a 'Faith'.

What in the sweet baby Jesus? What does this h.oe mean 'I don't know a Faith'. He's probably met hundreds of Faiths. And not in the friendly way.

Faith: B.itch you ain't blonde so stop acting stupid.

Jace: You don't know that

Faith: I'm pretty sure I do boo😉

Jace: I'm pretty sure you don't🤗😉

Faith: Boii if you don't

Jace: Did you just assume my gender?

Faith: Listen, I don't have time for this Jace. Just tell my what time to be at your house and i'll be on my way

Jace: Who tf is jace?

Realization hits me like my mom when she used to whoop my ass. This isn't Jace. This was a random a.ss person who I was texting who smells like burnt toast.

Faith: this isn't Jace is it?

Jace: Nope, sorry 😞

And from there I felt my anger boil. I should have seen that shit coming at me like that one time I got hit in the face with a baseball and had a bloody nose.

Faith: I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else😕 I guess I'll go then):

Jace: Yeah you do that🖒, bye now👋

Who the h.ell does this person think they are? Fucking Jennifer Lawrence?

Faith: Who the h.ell do you think you are?

Jace: Selena Gomez, hbu 😑

Faith: You know, I don't like your attitude 😑

Jace: You know, I really don't care what you like right now (-_-)

Faith: You're Mean😔

Jace: I know, now f.uck off will you?

Faith: No😋

Jace: WHY THE H.ELL NOT?

Faith: Because its a Friday night and I have no one to talk to):

Jace: That sound like a you problem so keep YOUR problems to YOURself🙃

Faith: Don't be a d.ickwash

Jace: What in the h.ell is a d.ickwash?

Faith: You🙃

Jace: Haha, you're cute😐

Faith: Really?

Jace: No, now leave me alone

Faith: Fine, you were a d.ick anyways🖕