Note Forty-Nine
From: Sam Whitten To: Cora Roberts
Hey u here yet?
Sent: 9/13 4:50 p.m.
From: Cora Roberts To: Sam Whitten
Yeah I just parked my car. You?
Sent: 9/13 4:51 p.m.
From: Sam Whitten To: Cora Roberts
I see u. wat do u want to drink?
Sent: 9/13 4:51 p.m.
From: Cora Roberts To: Sam Whitten
A tall Carmel Frap. I'll meet you in the back.
Sent: 9/13 4:52 p.m.
Starbucks was crowded as usual, since it was the closest one next to the school campus, but I managed to find a table for two next to the ground coffee display table. Setting down my bag, I flopped into a seat and pulled out my math notes, then watched Sam as he grabbed our drinks.
"Thanks for coming," Sam said, handing me my drink, "trig is killing me."
After taking a sip, I nodded. "No problem. What part of trig do you want to work on first? There's all the basic functions and the properties of those functions like sine squared plus cosine squared equals-"
At that moment, I looked up from my papers. My chair was opposite of the door, which meant that I could clearly see who had just walked in. With a girl on his arm.
Go figure.
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The Bathroom Stall
Short StoryA short story of an abandoned bathroom stall door giving desperate, heartbroken girls relationship advice, hot guys incorrectly trying to woo hearts, a stupid dare in action, and irrationality ruling the minds of every character.
