Cooper’s sleeping in calculus. I try to be inconspicuous when I snap a photo and send it to him with a message that simply says, slacker. His phone must startle him because his eyes shoot open. He pulls it out of his pocket and holds it under his desk to check the message. His dimple makes an appearance as he reads it and types something. My phone lights up on my desk. Summer Cooper: well if someone hadn’t kept me up all night I glance back at him, his ears pink. Summer Cooper: shit I didn’t mean it like that. obviously. Summer Cooper: I’m too tired for this conversation. Please ignore me. I
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THEYRE SO CUTE
