Page 29 of Hating On Riot

Sean: Using my words against me. Clever.

He sends me the laughing-out-loud emoji, but doesn’t respond to my question.

Me: What sport do you play?

There’s a bar, then three dots. I wait. The bar and dots disappear, then reappear.

Sean: We can’t meet IRL.

Me: Not planning on it.

Me: Tell. PLEASE.

Sean: Sigh. K. Basketball.

Me: Does the season start mid-November?

Sean: You googling when you can start stalking me, lol?

Me: Haha. My best friend played in high school.

Sean: Which school?

Me: Alexandria High.

Sean: I played too.

Me: For AHS?

My eyes would be wide were we in person.

Sean: True that.

I want to ask about Riot, but then Sean would know he’s the best friend I mentioned, and no one except for our brothers knew about our secret dating.

Sean: Back to your comment about busy lives and the heavy sigh.

Sean: Good busy or bad busy?

Me: A good busy.

Me: I’ll miss it once I return to my normal life.

Sean: If you go to DU, isn’t ‘normal life’ busy as fuck?

Sean: Sorry about the f-bombs. I’ll stop.

Me: F-bombs are you. Drop them away my friend.

Sean: I’m your friend now, eh?

Sean: I thought we were blind dating.

Me: Not dating but making a connection. For our friend Hope.

Sean: Hope has a good heart. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise.

Me: Okay, wise old man.