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Strawberry
Their friends
For my plus-one
But it doesn’t matter. I’ll just ask Wyatt
The hell she will.
Before I even process what I’m doing, my fingers type up a message lightning fast and hit send.
Me
You have a plus-one already
Strawberry
I do?
Me
Your favorite tutor
Her three dots appear and stay on the screen for-freaking-ever without ever changing into coherent words. Until finally she responds.
Strawberry
I don’t know
“Why the hell not?” I ask myself in a grumble. Does she really want to take the Wyatt guy?
I press pause on my music and slide my headphones around my neck, because the roaring in my ears doesn’t let me hear squat anyway. I’m racking my brain for ways to convince her when she messages me again.
Strawberry
I don’t think you want to subject yourself to my family
Me
Is there going to be free food
Strawberry
Obvi
It’s a wedding
Me
Then I’m in
Strawberry
Uhh
Aran, I can’t ask you for that favor
A favor?
