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Emmett had distracted himself with a game of Candy Crush after sending his text messages, so he was pleasantly surprised when the scented of grilling meats wafted up to his window. Either they were starting to set up for the barbecue or someone was finally cooking the meat. Either way, his stomach was in no way arguing with the idea of food being on the table some time soon and he was about to go explore that possibility when his Iphone 5S pinged, pausing his game and forcing Emmett to take in the message from Victoria. It made him grin, though he was glad that neither Nolan nor Seth were there to witness the goofy expression that formed on his face. It was one thing to have such a longstanding crush on Victoria Hearst. After all this time, the most logical course of action would be to simply learn to get over it...which was easier said than done. As much as Emmett tired himself out with swimming lap after lap in the pool or even going on sprints around the outskirts of the campus, there was no distracting himself from how utterly captivated by Tori he was. It was unfair to himself, really, especially when she had Nolan having flirted with her for just as long as Emmett's feelings had existed. The difference though, he always had to bitterly acknowledge, was that Nolan was the one who stood a chance. That alone should have been enough to rid him of the pesky butterflies that emerged at being called one of her "boys." It just didn't. Luckily, he possibly had Seth to distract himself with soon, at least for some time.
To: Tori
Sounds like u missed us or sumthing, queenie lol? C u soon
To: Seth
Mi room. Omw
With his next course of action on his mind, Emmett hopped up off of his lazy sprawl and stretched, still feeling the soreness from working earlier and then packing and unpacking on his own, rolling his neck clockwise, then counter-clockwise. Sighing, Emmett was just about to head towards his bedroom door when he heard what could have been movement on the other side. By the time he even received Nolan's text, the guy in question was opening Emmett's door and futilely, Emmett glanced at his phone to read exactly what Nolan was telling him. "You're the worst roll dog ever," Emmett remarked on a guffaw, shaking his head as the laughter shook his frame, "just so you know." Amused, Emmett switched to his Facebook app, finally noticing the notification he had ignored earlier for the game to see the name he had been messaged. "Uh I've got...Illiana? Who's that again?" It was probably unfair that Emmett couldn't even bother to know someone in his graduating class, but it wasn't like their class was small. He wasn't good with remembering names and if he couldn't get a grasp of the name, the face meant nothing. Which didn't help his cause, if he was planning on at least attempting to win the game. The idea of a prize egged on his competitive side and winning on the first night of being back sounded like a great start to a school year.