The Swap - Part 3
by Athirah Roslan
Hey, princess.
Hi. Stop calling me princess.
It took you awhile to respond.
I'm a little busy atm.
What's wrong?
Nothing is wrong. In fact - it's the opposite. Texting my favorite girl. :)
Oh, one of your side hoes?
If I'm not wrong, you're the only girl that I've been texting for the past couple of days...
So, side hoes aside, you're the only one left. ;)
How sweet. I think I just puked in my mouth a little.
Well, I guess that shows that I'm pretty good at making girls swoon.
Swoon? More like vomit.
Hahaha, aw come on don't be like that.
Tell me a little bit about yourself.
Why are you suddenly interested in me?
Maybe because I'm mesmerized by your hazel eyes. ;)
Hold up.
You've been going through my photos?!
No, of course not!
Why are you straight-up lying right now?
It's clear that you couldn't help yourself from going through my phone!
Fine, I went through your photos but that's it. I promise.
I mean, come on, Emma. What do you expect, ffs?
I can't just keep on texting you without knowing how you look like.
Besides, how long did you expect me to keep myself away from looking at your photos?
That's private, Jeremy.
Why couldn't you respect that?
Why couldn't you respect me?
Is wanting to know what you look like wrong?
I just don't like it. Ok?
And I don't think that you have the right to go through my photos because I said no.
You should've listened, it's not even that hard.
It's hard for me.
You're beautiful. But why do you seem so insecure?
Omg, I'm not insecure. You don't even know what I feel.
Then?
Listen, you're beautiful, and I just want you to know that.
Like that's going to make me feel any better.
Come on, you have like ten photos of you.
Your library is mostly filled with photos of your homework.
Well, excuse me for being a nerd.
Nerd or not - you don't look like one. ;)
Actually, you look like a cheerleader kinda girl.
HAHA, that's absurd.
But still, why more photos of your homework than you? Or your friends?
I don't know, Jeremy. Stop asking me.
I want to know.
You know what, Jeremy?
All you've ever done is piss me off.
First - you obnoxiously stand in the middle of the hallway and blame me for bumping into you.
Then you accuse me of purposely swapping our phones. As if!
Then you use MY credit card to pay for your stupid date.
And now, you went through my phone, even though I explicitly asked you not to.
You have no damn respect!
Why are you even talking about your credit card? I paid it all back.
And FYI - I didn't go through your phone. Just a few photos.
Why are you being so sensitive about me looking at a few of your photos??
How many times do I have to tell you?!
I JUST DON'T LIKE IT.
BUT WHY DON'T YOU LIKE IT?
Emma?
Hello???
Fine, ignore my messages.
I know you're reading this.
I don't even know why I bother.
Emma stares at Jeremy's texts, wondering if she should say something, when:
Hey, do you still remember me?
Who's this?
Kate. We met a few days ago and we exchanged numbers.
Right...took you awhile to finally text me.
I thought you would call?
Because you know, we exchanged numbers. But it's ok.
I just want to ask you if you're free this weekend?
Maybe we can continue where we left off? ;)
Haha wow, you're straightforward.
But I like it when girls go after what they want :)
So, you up for it?
Well, I would be...but you see Kate - this is Jeremy's sister.
And I would like it if you stay from him. For your own sake.
I don't understand?
I don't know how I'm supposed to say this.
It's kind of...personal.
Tell me. I think I deserve to know.
He has an STD.
What?!
STD, you know, sexually transmitted disease?
No, I know what it means. Which one??!
Yeah, really - I'm not at liberty to tell you that much. You'll have to ask Jeremy about that yourself.
I'm just trying to make sure that you know the truth...before anything too serious happens. You know?
The only way for you to be safe is to stay away from him.
He's bad news. He's been with tons of girls.
Why are you telling me all of this?
I'm just helping you out.
Jeremy, my brother, is an asshole.
Don't waste your time with someone like him. Trust me.
I just saved you from serious heartbreak. And possibly an STD.
I don't know what to say. I'm just really shocked about this.
I'm sorry, Kate.
I'm glad I could save you.
I wasn't able to do so with the other girls. I hope you're worth it?
Omg, thank you. I would've actually gone out with him...and let things get serious.
He seems like such a sweet guy. Like the perfect package...
But now that you've told me the truth about him...I'm thankful I didn't get blind-sided.
No worries. We girls are supposed to help one another. :)
an hour later
Missed me?
Look who's back, Ms. Sensitive.
Very funny, Jeremy. But wait until you hear something truly worth laughing about.
Do tell, princess.
So there was this girl who texted me. Or you, I should say. Not knowing it was me, of course.
Wait, Emma. Who?
Apparently, it's a girl named Kate.
She seemed pretty upset that you didn't call her after your last encounter with her a few days ago.
So, you know, being the 'nice' me, I helped her out.
Oh god, Emma. What did you do?
I told you. I helped her out.
Tell me what you said! FFS!
Told her the truth. That you have an STD.
WHAT THE HELL?
What were you thinking?!
Obviously, I wasn't thinking too much. But it was SO worth it.
If you're mad about me looking at your damn photos then fine!
But why the hell would you reply to any of my messages?!
And tell people that I have an STD??!!!
That is SO WHACK!
Exactly, Jeremy. That's exactly how I feel!
It doesn't feel good, does it?
So this is your way of getting back at me? Really low blow, Emma. Really low.
Oh come on! I'm pretty sure you have at least ten other girls just waiting for you to call them.
I can't believe this. I can't believe you.
This is one of the reasons why you shouldn't fight fire with fire.
You know what? Fine!
We're even. For now. But if you want to play games...
Let's play.
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