Ironically, my phone chimes with a text the next second.
Finn: Fuck, you look good.
Finn: You’re all I fucking see, Dia.
I make it a point not to answer him and expect my stubbornness to piss him off, but it only seems to amuse him. My entire body feels the effect of his smirk as he picks up his phone once more.
Finn: So, you think you can ghost me, huh?
Finn: Come on, Mitchell, you know me better than that.
I’m about to ignore him again when a masculine voice reaches my ears.
“Crazy night, huh?”
My head snaps up, and I inwardly cringe at the boy in front of me—Sebastian Stein, the guy I’ve been texting when I’m bored, basketball player, and, quite frankly, someone I’d rather never talk to again.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s nice, but his personality is a little… dull. He’s the kind of person you can’t talk to unless you’re willing to carry the entire conversation on your back. He’s also not big on questions, but man, does he love talking about himself.
“Sebastian, hey.” I force a smile. I stopped texting him a few days ago. I eventually ran out of topics, and I couldn’t listen to him talk about his latest fishing trip one more time.
“You stopped texting me.” He cuts to the chase.
He’s also blunt, in case you didn’t notice.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. Just been… busy.”
My phone lights up with a message right then.
It’s Finn.
Again.
“Sorry, this might be important,” I lie, gesturing to my phone, and Sebastian gives a small nod.
Finn: Blink if you need help.
He double-texts me a second later.
Finn: You blinked. Calling you with an “emergency” soon.
Finn: Choose your emergency please.
A) Your dad just got hit by lightning.
B) Your grandma accidentally swallowed her denture.
C) Your best friend just found out she and her boyfriend are related.
It takes all of my willpower to conceal a smile.
This fucking guy.
He texts me again right away.
Finn: Fine, I’ll choose. Calling you in 3, 2, 1.
He’s not serious, is he?