My Cardboard Balcony

Super Sexy by Belinda Roddie Super sexy classmate texts me words of wisdom just to best me. I punch right back with twelve-point black Helvetica that dares her to convince me "that I'm not smarter than you." She takes pictures of the mixtures that she pops into the fissures of her oven, and I'm loving how she's hugging up the screen, eating a muffin, drinking coffee, language-coughing on the phone, "Date. Care to drop in?"

"He friend-zoned me." "You're kidding." Maurice sadly shook his head, his fingers poised on the little metal spoon as he continuously stirred the sugar in his coffee. I sighed and pinched his arm. "It's okay. You'll find someone else." "Someone that hot?" "Probably. With better abs." "God, I hope so."