Bad Boy Chemistry

4. Hello

Charlie's POV

I looked down at my phone, completely baffled as to why Ryan Woodsen was sending me a friend request.

I stared down at the notification for a good ten minutes before I hesitantly accepted his request.

I bit down on my nails.

Hey. He texted.

My heart raced. Why am I being like this? It's just a text... from Joey Turner's best friend...

Hi? I responded, scrunching my nose.

Three dots appeared, indicating that he was typing.

How r u?

Small talk? Is this the reason why he added me?

My mom just yelled at me for getting detention, other than that I'm fine. I texted back.

How did you get detention? I always thought you were a good boy.

I bit down on my fingernail again, my stomach suddenly twisting with anxiety.

I swore at some guy in French class. I explained through text.

Haha.

I slightly chuckled. I don't really know what to respond to that. Do I just send a thumbs up? Or just say something cool?

Three dots appeared again.

Are you going to be at your friend's birthday party this weekend?

I almost forgot that Ella's birthday party was this Saturday. But why would Ryan be going?

Yeah. How did you know about it? I queried.

She invited me. He replied swiftly.

Why would she invite him? Is it because he's Tom's cousin?

Oh. Was all I managed to type.

I don't have to go if it'll make you uncomfortable.

I furrowed my brows before typing.

Why would I be uncomfortable?

Idk. Three dots immediately appeared again.

Bc you don't like me?

I laughed quietly down at my phone.

You and your friends bullied me last year, so... I typed, sliding myself down onto my floor.

I'm not like that anymore. He was quick to respond.

Maybe we can be friends?

My eyes widened and I felt my heart skip a beat. Ryan Woodsen wanted to be my friend? This has got to be some kind of prank.

Are you seriously trying to prank me right now! I typed angrily.

No one like Ryan would ever want to be friends with someone like me.

What? No. Why would I be pranking you?

I sighed. To embarrass me, or maybe Joey put you up to this.

Three dots appeared, staying there for awhile before an entire paragraph came through.

I'm not trying to prank you. I seriously want to be friends. It was unfair how we treated you last year. The guys on the team are jerks, but I promise I'm not like that. And nobody knows I'm texting you, least of all Joey.

I read the text, trying to discern if he was being honest or not.

Why would you want to be friends with me? I texted before my mom entered my room without knocking.