Page 39 of Pucking Obsessed

Ew

A second notification pops up. It’s Tristan’s dry response.

Yes, please give the puck bunnies more reason to harass us.

Callum fires back immediately.

Since you two wanna be sticks in the mud, I guess I’ll have to be the main character. Which means my abs need to be out. Did you not watch Twilight?

Tristan

Jacob was not the main character of Twilight.

Callum

So you did watch Twilight then?

Before I can even consider muting the chat, another notification appears:Tristan has left the group chat.

I almost smirk. Almost.

A moment later, the screen lights up again:Callum added Tristan to the group.This time, the message is accompanied by another selfie. It’s Callum standing outside Tristan’s bedroom door, grinning like the idiot he is.

Tristan’s reply is instant.

If you come in here, I’ll kill us both.

That does it. I thumb the mute button with enough force to make the phone vibrate in protest and decide to follow in Callum’s footsteps and become a menace all my own.

I’ve already sent her nine texts, each one more impatient than the last. She hasn’t responded. I know she’s not ignoring me on purpose, but it still eats at me. She should always respond to me. Always.

I thumb out another text.

Are you ignoring me, princess?

No response.

A minute later.

I have a surprise for you.

Still nothing.

I smirk, imagining her trying to stay focused while her phone buzzes in her bag. I like knowing I can distract her even when I’m not physically there.

We should have stayed in bed all day.

As I get closer to the building where her class is being held. The thought of her sitting there, chewing on her pen while she pretends to listen, drives me insane. She should be with me.

My thumb hovers over the screen before I type the next one.

You’re really going to make me come to your class, aren’t you?

When the screen stays dark, I grin to myself. She’s got five minutes left in her lecture. She’ll check her phone soon, and I’ll get that exasperated but amused text she always sends after she sees my barrage of messages.

Or maybe she’ll take me up on my last offer. My smirk deepens as I type the final message.

Skip class. I can’t get enough of you, princess.

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