girl, Francesca. Now, all this talk has worn me out. I’m going to lie down. You’ve got a key, so let yourself in when you get back.”
She turned to go to her room but I called her name, going up to her and bending low gave her a hug. “Thank you.”
When I pulled back, she gave my forearms a squeeze. “Any time, dear.”
10—Major Decision
Monday morning I was ready to start a new flirty friendship with Ryker but Coach G informed me he’d be gone all week for a wrestling matches. Damn. The kids were out of school for MLK, Jr. Day, so we had a professional development day and I’d looked forward to getting to sit by him and flirt a little. Maybe next time.
Tuesday I’d resolved to text him. The Friday before, I’d started bringing a sack lunch and eating in Coach G’s office since I only got twenty-five minutes and the cafeteria was on the other side of campus. I’d gone there the first two days but by the time I stood in line then got my tray, I had five minutes to eat and get back. Coach G went home for lunch, so I had the office to myself and decided I’d text Ryker to get the friendship/flirting ball rolling. I’m not going to mention that my hands were shaking so badly that I almost dropped my phone in my cup of ramen instant lunch thingy.
I scrolled through my contacts and found MFRyker which stood for “My Friend Ryker” to remind me what Mrs. B had told me. I also kind of got a kick out of the fact that it looked like something else especially since he’d been a jerk the last time I saw him.
Text Message—Tues, Jan 20, 11:14 a.m.
Me: Hi. It’s Frankie. I just wanted to wish you luck at your match. Also, you’d have been proud of Jack, the little third grader with brown hair who’s already got more muscles than I do, because he asked Coach G if they could wrestle like Coach Powers does. Okay, well, take care
Holy shit that was nerve-racking. I was sure he was busy and wouldn’t text back until later so I was surprised when my phone chimed right away.
Text Message—Tues, Jan 20, 11:14 a.m.
MFRyker: Hey Francesca. Thanks for the luck but it takes skill and strength to win, which I’ll be doing at the end of each match. Tell Jack he’s badass. You wearing that sweet little t-shirt today that makes your tits look so fucking good?
Wow. Did I really want to be friends with this guy much less try to get in a relationship with him? I knew he was just being an ass on purpose. His teammates were probably around so he was trying to be cool. Jerk.
I tried maintaining a light and flirty disposition but I could feel it slipping because he riled me up more than any other person I’d known.
Text Message—Tues, Jan 20, 11:16 a.m.
Me: You’re definitely confident in yourself. I hope that works for you. I’ll be sure to tell Jack you approve.
A couple seconds later he texted back.
Text Message—Tues, Jan 20, 11:16 a.m.
MFRyker: Shirt? Tits? Good? C’mon, sweetheart. I wanna know
Flirty, flirty, flirty. Must maintain flirty attitude.
Fuck that. I could sense the tone behind his sweetheart and it wasn’t nice.
Text Message—Tues, Jan 20, 11:16 a.m.
Me: I’ve got on the shirt. Do you have on the sweet little singlet that displays your package so nicely, SWEETHEART?
Let’s see how he liked being objectified.
Text Message—Tues, Jan 20, 11:16 a.m.
MFRyker: Have you been checking out my package? If so, you’d know my singlet is not little because of the size of my package alone, SWEETHEART
Dear God. I’d thought Mrs. B had something here, I mean, it’d been better advice than what Sharee and Gladys had given me, but still. I began to think I’d bitten off more than I could chew. Ugh.
Text Message—Tues, Jan 20, 11:17 a.m.
Me: Well, I need to go. The kids will be coming in soon
Text Message—Tues, Jan 20, 11:17 a.m.
MFRyker: Your lunch is over at 11:30. You’ve still got time. I want an answer
Text Message—Tues, Jan 20, 11:17 a.m.
Me: An
She turned to go to her room but I called her name, going up to her and bending low gave her a hug. “Thank you.”
When I pulled back, she gave my forearms a squeeze. “Any time, dear.”
10—Major Decision
Monday morning I was ready to start a new flirty friendship with Ryker but Coach G informed me he’d be gone all week for a wrestling matches. Damn. The kids were out of school for MLK, Jr. Day, so we had a professional development day and I’d looked forward to getting to sit by him and flirt a little. Maybe next time.
Tuesday I’d resolved to text him. The Friday before, I’d started bringing a sack lunch and eating in Coach G’s office since I only got twenty-five minutes and the cafeteria was on the other side of campus. I’d gone there the first two days but by the time I stood in line then got my tray, I had five minutes to eat and get back. Coach G went home for lunch, so I had the office to myself and decided I’d text Ryker to get the friendship/flirting ball rolling. I’m not going to mention that my hands were shaking so badly that I almost dropped my phone in my cup of ramen instant lunch thingy.
I scrolled through my contacts and found MFRyker which stood for “My Friend Ryker” to remind me what Mrs. B had told me. I also kind of got a kick out of the fact that it looked like something else especially since he’d been a jerk the last time I saw him.
Text Message—Tues, Jan 20, 11:14 a.m.
Me: Hi. It’s Frankie. I just wanted to wish you luck at your match. Also, you’d have been proud of Jack, the little third grader with brown hair who’s already got more muscles than I do, because he asked Coach G if they could wrestle like Coach Powers does. Okay, well, take care
Holy shit that was nerve-racking. I was sure he was busy and wouldn’t text back until later so I was surprised when my phone chimed right away.
Text Message—Tues, Jan 20, 11:14 a.m.
MFRyker: Hey Francesca. Thanks for the luck but it takes skill and strength to win, which I’ll be doing at the end of each match. Tell Jack he’s badass. You wearing that sweet little t-shirt today that makes your tits look so fucking good?
Wow. Did I really want to be friends with this guy much less try to get in a relationship with him? I knew he was just being an ass on purpose. His teammates were probably around so he was trying to be cool. Jerk.
I tried maintaining a light and flirty disposition but I could feel it slipping because he riled me up more than any other person I’d known.
Text Message—Tues, Jan 20, 11:16 a.m.
Me: You’re definitely confident in yourself. I hope that works for you. I’ll be sure to tell Jack you approve.
A couple seconds later he texted back.
Text Message—Tues, Jan 20, 11:16 a.m.
MFRyker: Shirt? Tits? Good? C’mon, sweetheart. I wanna know
Flirty, flirty, flirty. Must maintain flirty attitude.
Fuck that. I could sense the tone behind his sweetheart and it wasn’t nice.
Text Message—Tues, Jan 20, 11:16 a.m.
Me: I’ve got on the shirt. Do you have on the sweet little singlet that displays your package so nicely, SWEETHEART?
Let’s see how he liked being objectified.
Text Message—Tues, Jan 20, 11:16 a.m.
MFRyker: Have you been checking out my package? If so, you’d know my singlet is not little because of the size of my package alone, SWEETHEART
Dear God. I’d thought Mrs. B had something here, I mean, it’d been better advice than what Sharee and Gladys had given me, but still. I began to think I’d bitten off more than I could chew. Ugh.
Text Message—Tues, Jan 20, 11:17 a.m.
Me: Well, I need to go. The kids will be coming in soon
Text Message—Tues, Jan 20, 11:17 a.m.
MFRyker: Your lunch is over at 11:30. You’ve still got time. I want an answer
Text Message—Tues, Jan 20, 11:17 a.m.
Me: An
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