Derrick

Listening to stories about girls from Cam is practically unheard of, but tonight, me and the whole gang witnessed Cam go on about Annabelle for a long time. Like half of our ride home, a long time. The other half was taken up about him explaining how he was so into nature. It went something along the lines of his parents being into nature and a bunch of other emotional crap that I wasn't really listening to.

Then my phone just randomly went off. I panicked a little, considering the only people that would be texting me were in this car, except for my parents. I nodded to the device, signaling Cam to check it for me.

"Dude, Gabriella texted you!" Cam started laughing his head off as I turned an unnatural shade of red.

"What do you mean she texted me?" I said in disbelief.

"I mean she literally texted you!" Cam exclaimed. He showed me my phone, and I got a quick glance.

555-790-9384 5:10 A.M.

Hey Derrick, it's Gabriella.

As a surprise to all of us, Michael raised an eyebrow in shock. Then, Martin spoke up.

"Wow, like who would want that?! Gabriella as a girlfriend? Please, you can do so much better." Martin waved his hair in the air as if to brush off the thought of Gabriella. We all stared at him, and I saw Matt lean over to whisper something in the rearview mirror. I assumed it was a 'peacemaker' tip, or something of that nature anyways.

"So, what are you going to say?" Mitch asked.

"Guys, we don't have time for this! Sunrise is at 6:50 ante meridiem, and by my calculations, it will take us approximately 1.5 hours to even get close to our homes, and up to 20 minutes to drop everyone off. Derrick will be cutting it close getting home." Marcus calculated.

"Hey, we can create it for Derrick!" Martin exclaimed, grabbing the phone out of Cam's hand.

"Wait, who said that Martin gets to have all the fun? Besides, I am the one that can make Derrick sound...Well...," Marcus took a minute to make sure that his next words were tactful. "Smarter than he usually does." He proceeded to pluck the phone from Martin's fingers and delete everything Martin had just typed.

"Calm it down you guys, thirteen year old driving here!" I complained. Mark grabbed my phone from Marcus and handed it back to Cam. I only trusted Cam to write my response. "Go for it." I whispered to him.