I wake up twenty minutes later to a text of Scarlett.

I groan and take it from the nightstand, then crawl under the blankets. They're warm...

Scarlett: Practicing what you're gonna say Monday? Today, 4:37 pm

Me: Stfu Today, 4:37 pm

Scarlett: He's here Today, 4:38 pm

Me: Wait, fr? Today, 4:38 pm

Scarlett: Mhm Today, 4:39

Me: Fuck. What did you do? Today, 4:40

Me: Did you tell him??? Today, 4:40

Me: Scarlett, istg if you told him Today, 4:41

Scarlett: Relax, don't panic, jeez Today, 4:41

Me: You would panic too if you had a friend like yourself Today, 4:42

Scarlett: What's that supposed to mean? Today, 4:43 pm

Me: I mean that you just scared the shit outta me Today, 4:43 pm

Scarlett: Don't be dramatic Today, 4:44 pm

I am dramatic? She just gave me a heart attack. I roll my eyes and block her, like I've done a few times now. 

I close my eyes and snuggle into the pillow. My body feels normal again, thank God.

She calls me on Snapchat. I hear her giggling when I pick up the phone. "You're such a piece of shit," I sigh.

She laughs. "He is here, though. Want me to give him the phone?" 

I cringe and shake my head, although she can't see me. Was he there the whole time? She gasps over the phone. "You do?" My eyes widen. "No! I was just panicking! Is he next to you?"

If he is, I am throwing myself under a bus.

She takes a moment to respond, making me bite my nails. What is happening there? 

"No, he isn't. He's in my brother's bedroom." Oh, thank God. I smile and think about how good Dallas looks.

"Was he wearing that leather jacket? Oh my God, it looks so good on him," I dream. I'd be drooling if I'm a cartoon character.

"What if I said he was?" Oh my God. Yes. Please. 

"Please send me a sneak peek," I big her. I need a picture of it. She laughs. "I will." 

I sigh happily. "You're so lucky. I wish I could sneak up on him. Oh my God, was he doing that thing with his lips? That biting thing? Ugh, it's so hot." I'm aware I sound like a fan girl right now, but honestly? I don't care.

Scarlett doesn't answer, so I just go on fangirling about Dallas. "You know what else is hot about Dallas? He's like so muscular, and he plays in the football team. I would join it, just to stand by the side and watch him."

"Then join," Dallas' deep voice sounds. 

I want to scream.

I shut my eyes in embarrassment and curse a few bad words. This didn't happen. Please, someone, undo it. I'm okay with any kind of turning back time.

I sigh, knowing I have to speak up now. Fuck. 

"First, I'm far too weak to even hold that ball. Second, I'm changing schools right now. And third, tell Scarlett she's dead."

shit, I should've told Scarlett about the panic attacks. If I had, she'd have never done this. I'm not mad, just stupid.

I hear a giggle, probably Scarlett's. Great. "The ball isn't that heavy," Dallas teases. I almost pass out. Is this flirting?

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't hear all of that right now. Scarlett, I truly hate you!" I yell over the phone. I immediately regret it, thanks to my anxiety. What if she believes it and leaves me?

But I hear her laugh and calm down. Okay. 

"Then why are you changing schools, love?" Oh my fucking God. All my blood rushes to my face and I am so grateful no one is near me. He called me love.

Me. Love.

I am going to pass out.

"I-uh-I... don't know?" I stutter. I can almost hear his smirk and fear clenches my chest. What is happening?

"If you are not changing schools, then when are you asking me out?" 

Oh my Lord. I close my eyes and scream in my pillow after muting myself. This can't be possibly happening. But it is. Oh God.

What should I say? Is a "yes please you motherfucker I've been dying to do this a long time" too desperate?

I settle on a "Now?", making him laugh. Heat rushes to my cheeks. Damnit, I always choose the wrong thing. 

"Over the phone? That's kind of unpersonal, don't you think, love?" He doesn't stop. I want to scream at him: "Stop it, or I'll pass out and never come back to life to actually go out with you"

But I don't. I'd fuck everything up. Like I always do. and I don't want this to be screwed. He is actually flirting with me.

I gulp. "Is it?" A short pause. I cringe, my mind telling me he is rolling his eyes at me. "Why don't we agree to meet up Monday, at school?"

I shut my eyes. He's tired of me. I screwed it, once again.

"Uh... yeah... I-uh... sounds great," I stutter, struggling not to cry. Why do I have to be such a moron? 

"Okay, I'm saving your number from Scarlett's number, who is currently planning our wedding," he tells me. I nod. That's a good thing, right? Or is he just saying that to not let it be obvious I blew it?

We hang up. I frown and feel my chest tighten. He was flirting with me, I know that much. But what if he thought I stuttered too much and just laughed at me behind that phone?

I text Scarlett. I decide to not tell her about my doubts, because she'd just say it's for sure okay. Even if it's not.

Me: F u but also thx Today, 5:12 pm

Me: Idk what to feel Today, 5:12 pm

Scarlett: It's called love, sweetheart :) Today, 5: 13 pm

Fuck. My eyes widen.

Me: Wait Today, 5: 13

Me: Is this still Dallas? Today, 5: 14 pm

Me: OMG Today, 5: 14 pm

Me: If you're Dallas, leave. You can't read the earlier chats. Scarlett, delete them. Today, 5: 16 pm

Scarlett: The obsessing-over-Dallas-chats? Today, 5: 17 pm

Me: @ Dallas, those doesn't exist. @ Scarlett, YES! DELETE Today, 5: 18 pm

Scarlett: It's me Today, 5: 18 pm

Me: That helps me a lot Today, 5: 19 pm

Scarlett: *pic* Today, 5: 20 pm

Scarlett: Me, Scarlett, your savior... Today, 5: 20 pm

Me: Thank god Today, 5: 21 pm

Me: You are too much for my poor heart, you know that? Today, 5: 22 pm

Scarlett: Yup :) Today, 5: 23 pm

Me: 🙄 Today, 5: 23 pm

I sigh relieved. At least Dallas is gone from her phone.

I get up and leave to go downstairs.