How’d you get my new number?
Me
I have my ways…
Kailey
So, that means Beau.
Me
Does it really matter? What are you up to?
Kailey
Having a girls’ night.
Me
That sounds fun. Any interesting topics come up?
Kailey
Nah, none that would interest you.
Me
Well, I’m sitting on the couch watching one of the Die Hard movies with Beau.
Kailey
[Picture]
I’m staring at a picture of all three ladies: Brittney, Ajani, and Kailey. It’s in selfie mode, and they’re holding their drinks up into a cheers. I must be smiling pretty damn big because Beau kicks the side of the couch. “What are you smiling at?”
I shake my phone a few times. “Uhm, I just got sent a photo.”
“You getting some nudes sent to ya? Is it from one of those ring girls?!”
“I mean… the photo has Ajani in it...”
His body is out of his seat in the blink of an eye, and he wrestles me for my phone.
“It’s nothing you want to see,” I taunt him, keeping the phone just out of his reach.
“Let me see what’s on your fucking phone. I swear to god, Jared, I’m not playing around.” He elbows me in my gut and takes the cell phone out of my hand.
When his stare goes to the photo I was smiling at, he grins. “You’re a fucking idiot. You do know that, right?”
I stand up, pushing my body against his, reaching for my phone. “Are those hearts in your eyes? Dude, come on.”
I grab my phone quickly, putting his neck into a chokehold in the crook of my arm. “Say cheese, motherfucker.” I quickly snap a photo of me smiling and him struggling against my hold.
Me
I’ll take that photo and raise you one. [Picture]
Kailey