Page 7 of Let's Get Textual

Speaking of…

I shield my eyes against the sun and stare up at him. “As soon as I can convince myself to move off this bench.”

“Dreading the quiz?”

“Are they ever fun?”

“That’s an excellent point.” He extends a hand and pulls me up. “So, what has you smiling like this?”

I can’t help it—my smile grows wider and my face heats up.

“Oh! I’m guessing the proper question iswhohas you smiling.”

It should feel awkward; the question should sound wrong coming from Caleb, but it doesn’t. He already feels like an old friend. We don’t have the dreaded “ex vibes” going on.

“You know, I’m not entirely sure who he was, but he wasn’t horrible to talk with.” Caleb gives me a funny look but I wave him off, hoping he’ll let it go for now. I grab his arm, pulling him along. “Come on or we’ll be late. I’ll tell you about it later.”

Zach: How come when I order a large pizza for myself for lunch I receive one of “those” looks from the delivery guy?

Me: Wait, wait, wait…you work from home?

Zach: Yes, but not the point. Let’s focus on the pizza delivery guy and his sassy stares here.

Me: Well I imagine you’re answering the door in your pajamas with uncombed hair, so you appear all sad and heartsick…or just sick. Or weird. Or a creeper. Yeah, you know what, you DO look like a creeper.

Zach: I would take offense, but you’re probably right.

Me: Probably?

Zach: That’s the story I’m sticking with.

Me: I think the point of view on your story is skewed.

Zach: YOU’RE SKEWED.

Zach: God. That was awful. Forget I sent that.

Me: *screenshot*

Zach: You’re evil. I knew there was at least one redeeming quality about you.

Me: And what about my smart mouth?

Zach: You’re right—one and a half.

Me: I’ll take my winnings where I can.

“…is due on Thursday. I’ll see you all then.”

The buzzing of students putting away their laptops and notebooks pulls me from my stupor.Shit. I missed the entire last part of the lecture.

“Caleb, what are we turning in?”

“He has you off in dreamland, huh?”

“Who?”

He nods toward the phone gripped tightly in my hand. “Whoever has had you smiling for the last ten minutes of class.”

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