Genevieve's POV
I call Peyton trying to talk to him, but something else pops up.
SORRY, THIS NUMBER HAS *BLOCKED* YOU
What? Ha! This must be a silly goofy mistake. "Hey G," Taylor pops up handing me the popcorn for our movie night.
"Taylor, do you know how to use a rotary dial?" I ask. She giggles.
"Of course silly! What for?"
"Well, Peyton blocked me and I'm kind of angry so I'm going to call up as a boy to find out what he thinks of me. Duh!" I scoff and playfully push her arm.
"Uh...stalker, much? DUH!" Taylor rolls her eyes playfully. I read her the number as she uses moms rotary dial. She spins the numbers around and pauses the movie.
"Are you going to listen?" I cover the phones speakers. She nods and giggles. "Shh!".
"Hello?" Peyton says.
"UH..." I do a boy voice, "I am...D-d-d-". I trail off.
"Derek? Is that you?"
"Yeah, its me, Derek!". Taylors jaw drops. "Your...friend told me you blocked G."
"Uh...yeah...my girlfriend Tatiana wanted me to. So I did."
"Who is Tatiana? Doctor?"
"Model. Hottest model in California."
"So you blocked G for her?" I cough.
"Cha."
"WELL YOU LITTLE SUPERFICIAL-"
"Excuse me? G? Is that you?"
"Yeah. i was stupid to think a celebrity would like me so thank you. Never talk to me again. You are superficial. Wow, and I thought I liked you even like a friend. Bye!"
"G w-"
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
