Page 35 of Wright Together

Obvs

I shook my head. This kid. I hadn’t given him my personal cell. Had he hacked my phone, too?

It was worth asking, I suppose. Dare I ask, how exactly did you get my number?

Bruh

Do u always rite in complete sentences

I do, in fact. Do you always have shit grammar?

I do IN FACT bruv

You’re exhausting.

Facts

Live stream that shit 4 me

Ur girl playing?

He reallyhadhacked my phone. What a shit.

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

The girl.

U txt her all day

I’m ending this conversation now. Be there on Monday morning.

Bffr bruh tell me who wins

I closed my phone and shook my head at Colton Wright, adding him as a contact. It was interesting to learn multiple things from that conversation. He was super bright when he applied himself to his interests. Hehadinterests. He’d probably played soccer back in New York. And he was too goddamn observant.

Also, he wasn’t wrong.

Where exactly was the beautiful woman that I couldn’t stop texting?

“Hey, you,” a voice said behind me.

I whipped around to find Eve dressed in her Tacos uniform. The red T-shirt, sponsored by Wright Vineyard, and Adidas soccer shorts with a bag slung over her shoulder and her indoor shoes in her hand.

“You’re on time.”

She snorted. “I’m never late for soccer.”

“I see where your priorities are.”

“Some of us enjoy our hobbies more than our job,” she teased. Her hand came to the front of my black polo and traced the buttons. “Look at you. No tie.”

“I can dress down,” I told her with an arched eyebrow. “I have lounge shorts.”

Pink tinted her cheeks, and I relished even the slightest blush on her tan skin.

“Fair.”

“Come on, bish,” Blaire said, slinging her arm across Eve’s shoulders. “We have a tournament to dominate.”