A senior guy in Harvard is dared to pick a random number on his phone and talk to them every day for two weeks. Not knowing that he would be talking to the super sensitive, mouth vomiting, Santana-Daire. His childhood best friend he up and ditched...
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Hello, Ryder Shaw
Santana-Daire? Are you calling me first?
....I guess, there must be a valid reason that you started talking to me.
.......
Ryder? You there?
Uh.....yeah, sorry just got a little, distracted.
Oh. Okay, everything alright?
Yeah....Look, I gotta go, call you tonight?
Uh....Sure
...................
Shit
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R Y D E R S H A W S U M M E R S
It's been Five days. I know it's not a lot and I still have 9 more but talking to her makes me feel so many emotions that I have been trying to ignore. It wasn't just a dare but I honestly wanted to talk to her. Everything about her made me remember why I loved her so much as a child. Where I was sensible she was childish. Where I was serious she was silly. Where I was cold she was a bit crazy.
To be honest I always looked forward to talking to her.
'Hey! How's your dare going?' Connor asks as he walks in from one of his classes, grease slightly covered his overalls.
I shrug and whip any emotion of my face and outta my mind. It's just a stupid dare with a stupid girl I hung out with once upon a time.
'You know, just a clingy girl I used to hang out with because she had no friends.' I say and Connor laughs at my facial expression.
'I feel sorry for you dude, she probably thinks she has a chance.'
