Sofie
Friday morning I woke with full intentions of going to class. I've managed to avoid Webb all week with different excuses. But then my phone chimed as I was cleaning up after breakfast.
A much better looking week for us my sweet.
Hasn’t this guy figured out he’s not reaching his girlfriend. I decide to reply finally:
Sorry you have the wrong number.
No I don’t.
Yeah you do. Please stop texting me.
You don’t have to pretend my sweet.
Seriously dude, wrong number. Leave me alone.
When I get to my car I have a flat tire. “Ugh!!”
Great. Delaney stayed at Clint’s last night, so I’m stuck here. Time to see if I remember the tire changing lessons from my dad.
“Sofie Riles?” I spin around finding a pair of light blue eyes under long bangs of dirty blonde hair. Ryan Tanner.
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