Page 11 of Biggest Player (Not Yours #2)
Unknown Number :
Aren’t you glad you gave me your number at the end of that date?
Margot:
I’m sorry, who is this?
Dex:
It’s me—your new best friend, Dex.
Margot:
Ahh, sorry, I wasn’t expecting to hear from you.
Dex:
Why? We had fun, didn’t we, or was I hallucinating?
Margot:
We totally had fun. But you’re not looking for a new friend and I’m not looking for any new friends.
Dex:
We can always use more friends.
Margot:
I’m so sure the next woman you meet will LOVE the fact that you’re collecting random women on your dating apps.
Dex:
You’re not a random woman. You’re Wyatt’s mom.
Margot:
Ahh yes, forever known as Wyatt’s mom ... mostly in school circles but real life works too. So sexy.
Dex:
Hey, don’t get sensitive, I was joking.
Margot:
I’m not! I was joking too.
Dex:
Hard to tell over a damn text message, yk?
Margot:
100%
Margot:
Are you texting me because you’re so bored you have nothing else going on? I find that hard to believe.
Dex:
Nah, just wondering what you were up to.
Margot:
he he
Dex:
Having any luck? Any new dates?
Margot:
Yeah, I’ve been talking to this guy named Paul, but I have mixed feelings about it.
Dex:
Why—’cause his name is Paul ?
Margot:
What’s wrong with the name Paul??
Dex:
Nothing. If you like nerds.
Margot:
LOLOLOL omg stop it, how do you know he’s a nerd? He could be a professional football player in disguise.
Dex:
Please, no professional football players are on these apps.
Margot:
Oh my god.
Dex:
It’s just me up in here.
Margot:
That’s probably true. Although there is this one guy who says he plays baseball? But he’s way too tall so I swiped left.
Dex:
What’s “ Too Tall ?” if you don’t mind my asking.
Margot:
I don’t know, I think it said he was 6’5”?
Dex:
Dude, I’m 6’4”
Margot:
Yeah, but that one extra inch is pushing it.
Dex:
You are really something else ...
Margot:
**blushes** Awww thank you
Dex:
So what are you doing, it’s like—almost bedtime, why you still up?
Margot:
I was writing this week’s lesson plans.
Dex:
What does that mean?
Margot:
It means I’m going over the week, day by day, and planning what to teach the children. LOL
Dex:
That is so fucking adorable.
Margot:
Um. Thanks?
Dex:
I’d give my left nut to sit at the back of a classroom and watch you teach little people.
Margot:
Just the left nut? Not both??
Dex:
LOL
Margot:
Have you been drinking?
Dex:
No. Why? Have you?
Margot:
No, but you’re being goofy so one has to wonder.
Dex:
I’m always goofy.
Margot:
What are you up to right now? As you said, it’s getting kind of late. Or are you a night owl?
Dex:
Definitely a night owl, depending. There’s nothing to watch on TV, and I can’t get into a new book and the house just feels really quiet, so I figured I’d see what you were doing.
Dex:
Are you a night owl or a morning person?
Margot:
Both, I guess? I feel like I don’t need much sleep to be peppy, but who knows. I wake up early during the week because I have to get to school and stuff.
Dex:
Yeah, same. Also depends on the season. If we’re knee-deep in the shit, I go to bed at like, 7PM, if we don’t have an evening game. I sleep a lot sometimes LOL
Margot:
That makes sense.
Dex:
So what is it like being a teacher and molding young minds and shit?
Margot:
LOL “molding young minds and shit”—no one has ever put it that way. I’ve always wanted to be a teacher, so I really love my job, even when you have a difficult parent.
Dex:
How are parents difficult?
Margot:
You know—the parents who think Little Morgan is perfect and not the classroom bully when in fact Little Morgan is out stealing toys and pulling hair and scribbling on someone else’s paper to be a dickhead. The level of denial can be frustrating.
Dex:
Do you actually have a kid named Morgan?
Margot:
That’s your takeaway from that paragraph?
Dex:
Yeah. I’m a detail-oriented person.
Margot:
Yes, I have a kid named Morgan, but that’s confidential. Don’t repeat what I just told you.
Dex:
My lips are sealed.
Margot:
Dammit. Hold on, I heard something. brB
Dex:
Holding . . .
Dex:
. . .
Dex:
10 minutes later, still holding ...
Dex:
Balls shriveling up.
Margot:
Okay, I’m back. What’s this about your Balls shriveling up? Is that something you say to all the girls or am I special?
Dex:
Ha ha.
Dex:
Is everything ok you said you heard something? What’s going on?
Margot:
Ugh, I have this faucet in my kitchen that refuses to cooperate. It’s been leaky and making these weird sounds, like the entire house sounds haunted when all we’re trying to do is fill a glass of water. It’s become a nightmare.
Dex:
Well. Get a plumber.
Margot:
That’s easy for you to say, you probably have 150 bucks to throw at some guy Just to show up on your doorstep and then another few hundred to fix whatever the problem is. My house is haunted, let’s be real.
Dex:
First of all, I can fix a pipe or a leak. How hard can it be?
Margot:
Dear Lord, do you dabble in plumbing on the weekends?
Dex:
No, but I know enough, and there are videos on the internet that show you exactly what needs to be done.
Margot:
Are you volunteering to come fix my pipes?
Dex:
Yes. Where in Scottsdale are you?
Margot:
I’d say it’s closer to the outskirts, in the older part. You?
Dex:
Oh. Definitely the part they refer to as Snottsdale. Ha. It’s like we’re neighbors.
Margot:
Er, not even a little ...
Dex:
But this is the city, so everyone is nearby.
Dex:
I can come and look at your shit, it’s not a big deal. I have some time, preseason isn’t until August.
Margot:
Is that why you have all this free time to date?
Dex:
Yeah, pretty much.
Margot:
K. If you think you can fix my problem, have at it ...