Curtis couldn’t believe his luck. First, he was able to transfer out of the hideous geometry class and into the creative writing class. Then, in walks Jaymi Robinson, just the girl he had been looking for.

“Hay, hay girlfriend. My phone broke before I had a chance back up your number.” He pulled out his brand new phone, “Let me get your number again.”

 “Hey Curtis. How are you?” Her words weren’t quite clipped, but not quite welcoming. She didn’t readily recite her phone number either.

 “You’ve been talking to Rory Cohen haven’t you? I thought I saw you two together. Let me guess, she told you what an asshole I am.” He laughed an unconvincing laugh. Curtis cocked his head to...

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