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“It means she wants to talk.” I shrug, averting my eyes. “And most of the time, it doesn’t mean it’ll end up… bad. Be honest with her. Tell her you got it mixed up and you are truly sorry. Tell her since you met her your life has been so full of joy and so colorful that every day is her birthday for you. You know what I mean?”
He searches my face for a long time. “You’re good but you’re a lying piece of shit, it’s a bad sign, isn’t it?”
Well, that’s fair.
“Just go to her, okay? See what she has to say.”
“I better start getting ready for the breakup.” He pushes himself off the chair and sighs. “And it’s only right I smell nice when she does it. I’ll be in the shower.”
“Can’t wash off the pain!” I call out. He flips me the bird without turning around.
As soon as he's out of sight, I reach into his bag and take out his phone. I close my eyes briefly, relieved. Not locked yet, thank goodness. Scrolling around the contacts, I go through the arranged alphabets and click on K. His sister is saved as the first. I hurriedly type her number into my phone and replace Dylan's.
Leaning back against the wall, I hesitate. This is either the best idea I’ve ever had or the absolute worst one. Then again, I guess it could be both of those things happening at the same time. Take the plunge; just do it.
–Hey, it's Ian. Stole your number off your brother's phone.
Heart racing, I press the Send button and set the phone down to unclasp my shin guards. I'm about putting it away when my phone buzzes. I grin when I read her text.
–You stole it? Oh, prepare for a takedown when he finds out.
I chuckle softly and type:
–Find out? You're not planning to tell on me, are you?
–Never.
–Cross your heart and hope to, you know?
A couple of laughing catmojis comes up on my screen. Then a reply:
–Yes, cross my heart and hope to die. Where are you, anyways?
–Gym. Trying to stay fit just in case your brother and I duel when he finds out I'm secretly texting you.
–He won't. Well, as long as you don't tell him either :)
And ruin a good moment to get to know you? Never.
Smiling, I type:
–I'm not planning on that. So, you're good with this?
She doesn't reply for a moment. My chest is pounding as I stare at my phone, counting the minutes on my phone. Two, three, six. Then:
–Absolutely.
Chapter Nine: Kaylee
I watch Trisha chew on the end of her pen as she ruminates on the figures she's scribbled on her notepad.
“I’m worried about the cost. Are you sure I’m not underspending? I feel like a cheapskate."
“That’s why we’re budgeting.”
“I know,” she says, “but I feel like I’m shortchanging my expenses.”
“How?”
