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My fingers twitch to texttomorrowbecause I’m really excited to talk about camp. But I don’t want Spencer to think my enthusiasm has anything to do with him. So.
Me:Wednesday
Clark Kent:Good. But I only get a half hour. So I’ll see you at 6 on Wednesday. 6PM. Sharp.
Me: Is this your way of hinting I might be late?
Clark Kent:You said it. Not me. And if the tardy slip fits…
Me:TARDY? That might be the least cool word in history.
Clark Kent:Is that your way of hinting I’m not cool?
Me: You said it. Not me.
Clark Kent:I’ll see you Wednesday.
Me:Maybe.
Clark Kent: Hey. Don’t leave me hanging, Mess…
What do those dot dot dots mean? Could he actually be looking forward to seeing me? No.
He just called you Mess.
He’s probably just happy about the extra pay he’s going to get for working at camp. I move to the fridge and add fresh ice and tea to Jill’s glass before sticking my face in the open freezer. But my stupid cheeks start flushing again. Then my throat. Maybe my chest. Jill might be right.
I am definitely squinky.
