I dialed his cell. Ring. Ring. Ring.
“Hellllooo?”
“Umm. Hey.. Caleb its me, Amber.”
“Yeah I got that.”
“Okk then. Well did you send me those texts and those notes or not??”
“Yepp. All ten of um.”
“Ten??”
“Don’t ask..”
” Well anyways, who were you talking about in the poem when you said… I see you looking at him in the halls…. or whatever it was.”
“I don’t know. Anyone but me I guess.”

Awww.
Am I actually Crying??