17. Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
HATTIE
Saturday 6:22 p.m.
All the single ladies
Savannah: It’s been a week, so what’s the verdict?
Me: Verdict is this guy keeps texting me every day, and it’s freaking me out.
Brittney: Ah, shit. Really? Have you not blocked the new number?
Me: Not yet. Dylan wants to keep the information coming in. See if he says something that gives anything away.
Savannah: I mean, that sucks, but it’s not what I was talking about.
Rachel: Savannah strikes again. We can always count on you to jump into the chat with some random statement or question you expect us all to understand.
Savannah: No one else has been wondering if our Hattie has found out what the sexy detective is packing?
Brittney: No.
Cece: Nope.
Rachel: Maybe a little.
Me: I already told you I’m not sleeping with Rhett’s friend.
Savannah: I saw you together at The Dock earlier this week. I’m calling bullshit.
Me: GIF of a woman rolling her eyes
Me: What’s with you lately?
Savannah: Don’t get me started.
Rachel: She’s going through a dry spell
Me: Wait, what?
Kelly: GIF of a woman shocked
Cece: GIF of a woman screaming NOOO!
Sarah: GIF of sad dog eyes
Me: Sorry, there will be no living vicariously through me.
Savannah: GIF saying that’s bullshit