“How many times are you going to do that, exactly?”
“Until I get a response back! I have a reputation to uphold Jordan.”
He groaned, how hard was it for people to text him back about his new pink hair? Time was ticking, and yet, he haven’t gotten one reply yet. Not even from his sister.
“Did I forget to pay the phone bill or something?” Internally crying, he shoot a puppy look at his buddy and lowly whispered. “Do you think my new hair suits me? Does it look good? Huh Jordan?”
















