My phone buzzed, I pulled it out of my pocket to see who texted me.

Spam Likely: You got the stuff? 😡 I’m like, so tired of waiting!

Me: Who is this?

Spam Likely: Piper! Omg! Is this like the wrong number?

Me: Wait— Piper from Northwood high?

I knew who this was, it was the head cheerleader from my school.

Piper: Is this Jackson? Or no?

Oh right, her boyfriend. I remembered, snapping my fingers.

Me: No, it’s Paisley… I go to school with you! And, why do you need stuff?

Piper: Are you in or out?

Me: Of what?

Piper: Just answer the question!

Me: Fine! In!

Believe me, I should have said out.