For a few days, Denis and I have been chatting, and texting, and calling, and hanging out, until it got to the point where I was positively sure I had developed feelings for him. Sure, I really liked Elijah, but if I'm being honest here, I can't deal with the awkwardness between us.

I just didn't know how to tell Denis. I needed advice. And I knew someone who was great at giving it....
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I call Jazzy around noon-ish. She immediately picks up.

"Hey Ky! What's up?" She says excitingly.

"I'm good! Listen I need advice.... about boys," I say nervously. I heard Jazzy gasp on the other line of the phone.

"SPILL!" She yells.

"Ok, so there's a guy, who I never thought I would fall for but I guess I did anyways. We talk a bunch, and we hang out a lot, and somewhere along the line, I fell in love with him. I don't know if he feels the same about me back," I explain my situation.

"OMG! You finally tied the knots with Elijah, huh?" Jazzy says happily.

I knew she would say that.

"Actually no. It's with another guy," I tell her.

"Wait, but I thought you liked Elijah?"

"I do! I really do, but, I don't know, Denis seems so much more mature." I say.

"Wait, who's Denis?" She questions. I tell her how he's the guy who bumped into at the coffee shop a couple of weeks ago.

"Ooohhh, it's that cutie. I ALSO knew you two would be perfect," she confidently says. I roll my eyes.

"Well, what am I supposed to say to him? I'm too scared to admit o have a crush on him," I groan. She starts to murmur ideas to herself, and then suddenly makes a noise, as if she finally figured something out.

"Give me his phone number," she demands.

"No way! I already know your gonna do something awful and say something embarrassing," I reason.

"No, don't worry, I won't do anything like that. Just trust me," Jazzy says. I sigh, and tell her his phone number.

"Thank you! I promise I won't do anything embarrassing," She says, relieved.

"Whatever. Your plan better work," I tell her.

"Don't worry, it will," she assures me. We say our goodbyes, and I hang up.

I wonder what that stupid girl is planning...
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The next day was a Saturday, so I finally got to sleep-in until 11:00 a.m. without any interruptions. I guess my Dad was also tired, cause he also slept in, and he's usually a morning person. I brush my teeth and all that, and go downstairs to eat lunch and spent some time watching a few movies. After doing so, the time was 2:00 p.m. I look at my phone. Still no texts from Jazzy. Suddenly, my phone pings, and I aggressively pick it up, and pray it was from Jazzy. But it wasn't. It was Elijah. I sigh, and see what he wants.

Elijah:  hey, did Jazzy invite u 2 her party today?

Kyra: since when did she tell us she was gonna have a party?

Elijah: she just texted me about it.

Oh, this is probably her 'plan'.

Elijah: do you have a date to the party?

Kyra: well, not right now

Elijah: ok

That was weird.

As expected, I got a text from Jazzy asking me if I wanted to go to her party. I typed back 'sure'.

Jazzy: u get what I'm doing? This is the plan.

Kyra: ye, I get it. But wut did u say to Denis???

Jazzy: I'll send a screenshot:

~~~~~~~Jazzy's Phone~~~~~~
Jazzy: HELLO

Some Denis Guy: who r u

Jazzy: want 2 come 2 MY PARTY?

Some Denis Guy; I think you have the wrong num

Jazzy: no.

Jazzy: I know u

Some Denis Guy: wait, do I know you?

Jazzy: probably not.

Some Denis Guy: then how do u know me?

Jazzy: I have my sources

Some Denis Guy: I'm blocking you.

Jazzy: wait!

Jazzy: before you do so, I should tell you one last thing

Some Denis Guy: What is it?

Jazzy: Kyra gave me ur number.

Some Denis Guy: like, Kyra Robinson?

Jazzy: yes her.

Some Denis Guy: but why would she
give u my number

Jazzy: reasons

Some Denis Guy: reasons?

Some Denis Guy: What reasons?

Jazzy: oh my god

Jazzy: ur so difficult to work with

Some Denis Guy: sorry?

Jazzy: just come to my party plz.

Some Denis Guy: idek u

Jazzy: Kyra is gonna be there

Some Denis Guy: ......

Some Denis Guy: well, there must've been a reason she gave you my number. I'll go.

Jazzy: k bye. See ya later

Some Denis Guy: hopefully not

Some Denis Guy: also, don't text me.

Some Denis Guy: weirdo.

Some Denis Guy: Wait, I need ur address
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Kyra: ......

Kyra: I hate u

Jazzy: good, it means I accomplished my job. My party is at 7:00 p.m. Be there or square.

Kyra: Fine. I'll be there.