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"He hates me," I decided, tossing my phone onto the pile of clothes in front of me.

"He doesn't hate you," Reese assured, probably rolling her eyes as she perched on the chair behind me. She was staying the night, and I was sorting my clothes, seeing which ones got to meet Goodwill and which ones I still needed.

I was also texting my crush.

"He hasn't responded yetttt," I whined, pressing my head into her legs. I'd spent so long figuring out how to respond to his dry-ass text. Maybe too long. Maybe he was weirded out by me. Maybe I should give up.

"You literally texted him two seconds ago. Chill," She laughed, wiggling her toes on my neck. I cringed away.

"You weirdo," I pouted. She laughed.

I checked my phone again.

"See? still no response."

"Check the actual app. The notification doesn't always go through."

"Yeah, right."

I'm pretty sure I heard her roll her eyes that time.

"Oh wait," I shot up, seeing his message. "He responded two minutes ago!"

I turned, grinning at Reese. She smiled at my excitement, shaking her head.

I put my phone down and started sorting through my clothes again.

"What'd you say?" She nudged, thirsty for details.

"Hm? Oh, nothing, yet."

"You hypocrite."

"What am I supposed to say!?" I laughed, throwing a sock at her face. It hit it'd mark, dead-on.

"Ladies!" My mom yelled from her room. The walls were a little too thin here. She might've been across two closed doors on the other side of the house, but I heard her clear, crisp voice as though it was right in my head. "Quiet down!"