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[imabianca]

Thanks to Drew Torres, a few filthy texts, and a semi-convincing lie ("omg i 4got we have a project 2 do 4 english class") she had Adam's number

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[deadhandfan]

Adam is - all too aware that he shouldn't answer his cell when he doesn't recognize the number, but he can never stop himself. He's always curious who it is this time and what they're going to say. Wonders if they've got anything new.

And sometimes he gets a few hits of his own in, and that pretty much makes it worth it. Plus he'd rather know what's being said about him than be in the dark.

But his tone is wary when he answers, says "Hello?" His manners are too ingrained to answer "Who is it?" immediately. Thanks, Mom.

[imabianca]

She scrambles. Grabs her sheet, prays it'll muffle her voice, contort it, something enough to mangle any sense of Bianca.

Deep exhale.

"Hey."

[deadhandfan]

He blinks. He hasn't gotten a just breathing call in a while - oh, never mind.

"Uh, who is this?"

[imabianca]

More tequila just became a mandatory part of this phone call.

"Not important."

She licks her lips, tastes sour.

"You're wearing jeans, right? You usually wear jeans."