Page 10 of I Wanna Text You Up

Lola’s on Tuesday at 6PMokay?

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FROM:[email protected]

TO:[email protected]

SUBJECT:RE:Deal

Edward,

It’s adate!

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FROM:[email protected]

TO:[email protected]

SUBJECT:WTF

I DID NOT MEAN ADATEDATE.

Because there will be no bangin’, remember? No trying to stick your magic wang into this hotpocket.

GOTIT?

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FROM:[email protected]

TO:[email protected]

SUBJECT:GOTIT

You mean I can’t put my Lik-A-Stix in your Fun Dip? Open the gates of Mordor with Gandalf’s staff? Slytherin to your Chamber of Secrets? Put my email in your spamfolder?

Wow. Why don’t you just takeallthe fun out of thisthen?

P.S. YEAH, I GOTIT.

Three

“How areyou supposed to know which one ishim?”

“Ah, shit,” I mutter under my breath. “We didn’t talk about this. I’ve been so scatterbrained this week trying to make the deadline on my project that I didn’t even think to ask.Crap.”

It’s been just under two weeks since Edward contacted me about the empty room I have, and my first reaction to him was laughing at hisname.

Edward? HowTwilight.

Then I laughed at what he sent me—a picture of a rooster—because, hey, it wasn’t a dick pic. I knew right then I had to email him back, and he was the frontrunner in my search. He’s theexactkind of roommate I’d like tohave.

“Are you sure about this, Zoe? I mean, he sounded desperate for the room. That should be a red flag,right?”

I nod. “It should be, but it didn’tfeellike one—know what Imean?”

She twists her lips up and I know she agrees with me. I showed her every email Edward sent. Neither of us felt anything off about him, though we felt we should because of hisneediness.

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