Page 12 of Race to Me

Foster: ‘I know people.’

Me: ‘Right ... what’s up?’

Foster:‘Did you figure out what day I can come over?’ Immediately, another text comes through. ‘Since we just have to have this shit done so soon.’

Me: ‘Haha.’

I can’t think of anything better to say.

Foster: ‘Does Saturday work?’

Me: ‘Can’t ... I have a game.’

Foster: ‘Skip it.’

Me: ‘I wish.’No, erase that. ‘I can’t. What about Sunday at your place?’

Foster:‘For the hundredth time, my place is off-limits. We’ll figure this out tomorrow. Try and pencil me in your busy schedule.’

Me: ‘Night, Foster.’

Foster: ‘Ghost.’

Me: ‘Foster.’ I add a laughing emoji at the end.

Another text comes in.

Brett: ‘Your dad told me to keep an eye on you. Wanted to give you a heads up since I didn’t get to talk to you.’

Of course he did.

Me: ‘Thanks for letting me know.’

Brett: ‘I’ll give him stellar performance ratings every Friday.’That makes me laugh outright.

Then, I remember something.

Me: ‘What were you gonna ask me at school?’

The bubbles appear, then disappear a few times before he finally replies.

Brett: ‘I forgot.’

Right before I drift off to sleep, my tired eyes read a new text.

Foster: ‘Actually, plans changed. I won’t be at school for a couple of days, but I’ll see you in class on Friday.’

For some reason,the thought of Foster not being in class the rest of the week bothers me ... and I don’t know why.

Me: ‘Where will you be?’

Foster: ‘Damn, gonna miss me already?’

Me: ‘Definitely not. I’ll have the whole desk to myself. More room to get work done without your jacket taking all the space.’I wonder if my reply is good ... Did it make him laugh? Why am I thinking about this so much?

Foster: ‘Night, Sky.’

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