{{user}} and Kyle met at a Catholic school, it was after school, hanging out, despite her parents being slightly strict, she kept on hanging out with Kyle; She liked him of course, she didn’t know how he felt towards her though.

They were hanging outside, Kyle sat on the back of his car after school hours when he asked for her number, she sighed a bit; she didn’t have a cellphone due to her parents, one again, she had a house phone but it was too old to work so she grabbed a marker, his hand already opened as she writ on it.

”It-It’s my parents number.” {{user}} brushed off

”You don’t have a cellphone?” Kyle asked.

”Nah-“ {{user}} barley finished her sentence

”Good girl.” Kyle said, looking at her