Gable (6 page)

“I love lamp,” Amy added and we were off, throwing every quote we knew out there, which was good because it made them stop their stupid debating, although the quote-fest was now on and could turn ugly between them at any moment if they so chose.

They both helped with the review and after I finished, we ended up watching the movie continuing trying to beat each other by saying the quotes first and arguing over who beat whom. Talk about a competitive group. We also almost finished off the whole case of beer because we’d thrown in having to take a drink if we messed up a quote. I’d messed enough up to make me more than tipsy and feeling pretty good, as was the case with both of them, and when he’d stood up to go to the bathroom and had almost wiped out, I’d informed Bodhi that he was staying. I made up the couch for him by throwing a pillow, sheet and blanket at him, and when I finally flopped into bed, I was at the point of not giving a shit and thought it’d be a fabulous idea to email Gable.

~*~*~*~

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From:
9565876

Subject:
You there?

Date:
October 4, 12:54 a.m.

To:
9543254

Yep.

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From:
9543254

Subject:
You there?

Date:
October 4, 1:00 a.m.

To:
9565876

Yep? That’s it?

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From:
9565876

Subject:
You there?

Date:
October 4, 1:02 a.m.

To:
9543254

What else do you wabt?

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From:
9543254

Subject:
You there?

Date:
October 4, 1:05 a.m.

To:
9565876

Well, I haven’t heard from you in almost two weeks, so I’d like a little more than just Yep. Is there something wrong?

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From:
9565876

Subject:
You there?

Date:
October 4, 1:07 a.m.

To:
9543254

Define wtong

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From:
9543254

Subject:
You there?

Date:
October 4, 1:08 a.m.

To:
9565876

Has something happened?

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From:
9565876

Subject:
You there?

Date:
October 4, 1:10 a.m.

To:
9543254

Why do you even care?

______________________________________

From:
9543254

Subject:
You there?

Date:
October 4, 1:11 a.m.

To:
9565876

I guess I’m just worried about you.

Yeah, he’d been so worried about me with his tongue crammed down Alyssa’s throat.

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From:
9565876

Subject:
You there?

Date:
October 4, 1:13 a.m.

To:
9543254

I’ts all good

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From:
9543254

Subject:
Tipsy?

Date:
October 4, 1:14 a.m.

To:
9565876

Are you drunk?

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From:
9565876

Subject:
Tipsy?

Date:
October 4, 1:16 a.m.

To:
9543254

Ding ding ding!

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From:
9543254

Subject:
Tipsy?

Date:
October 4, 1:17 a.m.

To:
9565876

Damn. You’re unusually hostile. I’m guessing you’re a mean drunk. Wish I was there getting trashed with you. I’d put you in a better mood.

______________________________________

From:
9565876

Subject:
Tipsy?

Date:
October 4, 1:18 a.m.

To:
9543254

I’m not a mean drunk just a little mad and how could you put me in a better moood

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From:
9543254

Subject:
Tipsy?

Date:
October 4, 1:19 a.m.

To:
9565876

What’re you mad about? I’d tell you how smart, pretty and sweet you are. You couldn’t stay in a bad mood after that. Fuck, you’re totally my type, Six.

______________________________________

From:
9565876

Subject:
Tipsy?

Date:
October 4, 1:22 a.m.

To:
9543254

Just am and I don’t think I’m your type buut I think you could be mine

I was totally blaming that admission on being drunk.

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From:
9543254

Subject:
Tipsy?

Date:
October 4, 1:23 a.m.

To:
9565876

I know I’m you’re type. You don’t think so? What do you think my type is anyway?

Cocky SOB. I knew what his type was and had to be careful not to inform him that it was Cunt-y Bitch.

______________________________________

From:
9565876

Subject:
Tipsy?

Date:
October 4, 1:25 a.m.

To:
9543254

What do YOU think your type is

How brilliant was that to put it back on him? I was grinning at my ingenuity when he wrote back.

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From:
9543254

Subject:
Tipsy?

Date:
October 4, 1:26 a.m.

To:
9565876

My type would be intelligent, beautiful, funny, confident like you… still curious what you think my type is

Wow. He was anything if not charming.

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From:
9565876

Subject:
Tipsy?

Date:
October 4, 1:31 a.m.

To:
9543254

my brother went out with a lot of girls like you, Id have to guess prolly maybe someone whos kinda skanky and easy maybe. I don’t want to be mean. I’m sure some are really nice

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From:
9543254

Subject:
Tipsy?

Date:
October 4, 1:33 a.m.

To:
9565876

I’m laughing right now because you’re right. But let me clear something up for you, Six, since you didn’t seem to learn this from watching your brother. Guys might go out with girls like that but in the long run they end up with girls like you. You’re the kind of girl I’m looking for…I’ll PROVE you’re my type

I snorted at this because
suuure
I was the kind of girl he wanted since he was an ass to me at every turn. Whatever. I knew better than to trust his sincerity anyway because it was easy to say things when hiding behind the Internet.

______________________________________

From:
9565876

Subject:
Tipsy?

Date:
October 4, 1:35 a.m.

To:
9543254

Wow youre a real charmer arent you

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From:
9543254

Subject:
Prince Charming

Date:
October 4, 1:37 a.m.

To:
9565876

I think I can hold my own. Tbh, I’d really like to meet you. I want to see what you look like. It’s driving me crazy.

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From:
9565876

Subject:
Prince Charming

Date:
October 4, 1:40 a.m.

To:
9543254

No!

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From:
9543254

Subject:
Prince Charming

Date:
October 4, 1:40 a.m.

To:
9565876

Come on. This is killing me

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From:
9565876

Subject:
Prince Charming

Date:
October 4, 1:42 a.m.

To:
9543254

It’s against the rules

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From:
9543254

Subject:
Rules are for pussies

Date:
October 4, 1:42 a.m.

To:
9565876

             
Be a rule breaker with me

No way was that going to happen. Time to go.

______________________________________

From:
9565876

Subject:
Rules are for pussies

Date:
October 4, 1:45 a.m.

To:
9543254

No… tired now… night

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From:
9543254

Subject:
Rules are for pussies

Date:
October 4, 1:46 a.m.

To:
9565876

Sweet dreams, Six

xx

Pretty sure I passed out staring at my phone, a goofy smile on my face as I took in the kisses he’d sent.

~*~*~*~

The next morning I felt like shit and knew I looked it too as I walked into my psych class. I’d put my hair in a messy bun, had worn no makeup, and topped my jeans with Holden’s huge Gonzaga hoodie that I’d stolen. I really wanted to keep my sunglasses on, but I always thought only assholes wore them inside, so I reluctantly slipped them off, immediately squinting at the glow of the fluorescent lights. I climbed the stairs and took my usual seat, put my elbow on the armrest, then rested my forehead in my hand.