Derek drove to school in his jeep, the bumping of the street potholes making him jump up and down. He was late, but he didn't care. Being a rebel and all... He took out his phone, going through his contact list. He was bored, so he decided to text some dogs. First was Sunny.
Hey! Like the new phone?
Next was Shasta.
Hey. No hard feelings, but don't worry about trying to trick me again. Any girl that plays me on is not worth my time.
He put down the phone, looking ahead. He felt happy that he was getting over Shasta, and moving on with his life.
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Mason walked around the halls of the school, kicking a soccer ball in between his feet. He smiled, hoping a teacher wouldn't notice if he brought it to class.