Chapter 7: Just A Necklace

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Clarke
...i don't like you...

(123) 456-7890
Don't you have homework?

Clarke
i'll do my homework when you sleep

(123) 456-7890
Guess you are never getting your homework done then :)

Clarke
🙄

(123) 456-7890
...fine i'll get some sleep...

Clarke
good :)

I smile and stare at my screen. I shouldn't text her, she should sleep. Before I close my phone, I get another text.

(098) 765-4321
hey! its Cillian!!!

Clarke
hey

I change his contact information with an eye roll. He better not want to talk all night. I want to sleep tonight.

Cillian
the party is tmr @ 9

Clarke
okay

Cillian
u gonna come?

Clarke
idk

Cillian
ok! whatcha up to????

Clarke
assignment... i have to get back to them

Cillian
k! txt me l8tr

I turn off my phone after I read the last message. Sighing, I put my phone down to continue working on my essay. Tomorrow... what excuse can I use for tomorrow?

I get another ping on my phone but ignore it. I don't want to deal with Cillian. After two minutes my phone does that reminder ping and I roll my eyes. My guilt of not looking at the phone takes over and I look at the message. I smile when I realize it's not Cillian.

(123) 456-7890
If I tell you I'm sleep texting, what would you say?

I chuckle a little.

Clarke
I would probably tell you to see a therapist

(123) 456-7890
They wouldn't be able to handle me.

I furrow my brows at her reply.

Clarke
wdym?

(123) 456-7890
um... I don't know what that means...

Clarke
YOU DONT KNOW WHAT WDYM MEANS?

(123) 456-7890
Forget I asked...

Clarke
no no it's okay... it means "What do you mean?"

(123) 456-7890
Oh...

I snort then cover my mouth. I look around the cafe to make sure no one heard me.

(123) 456-7890
Are you there? Am I bothering you? Because if I am you can always tell me to leave you be.

Clarke
did the commander... just double text... to me???

(123) 456-7890
Nevermind. You're getting blocked.

Clarke
i'm messing with you!! i have to figure out a way to laugh while studying... or else i might die

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