“I was hot.” Ava huffed out a breath and folded her arms over her chest.

“Exactly.”

“Yes, then,” I said quickly before anymore bickering could start. “Well, I had a wrong number text that morning.”

Ava tucked her black hair behind her ear and adjusted her bright-yellow glasses.

I didn’t know why those two had to have such bright glasses. Probably the same reason I had bright purple hair.

“Is that what you were going to talk about until your phone rang?” Ava asked, handing Halley the book she’d motioned to.

“Yep.” I nodded to punctuate it.

“What about it?” Halley asked, jumping off the step stool and looking at me. “People get wrong number texts all the time.”

“Not these wrong number texts.”

“Was it a confession from a serial killer?”

“I’m not sure they do those over text.”

“A grandma looking for her grandchild?”

“No, but I do have an old lady as my number neighbor who cannot text and has a friend named Cheryl who loses her keys.”

Ava frowned. “How do you know that?”

“I texted my neighbors,” I replied. “Back to the point of this conversation: it was a penis.”

They both froze.

“A penis?” Halley asked, one eyebrow raising and disappearing under her blonde bangs.

“Yep. He accidentally sent me a dick pic. At two a.m., meaning it was the first thing I saw when I woke up on Monday morning.” I took my phone out of the ass pocket of my jeans and, after quickly unlocking it, shoved the phone in Halley’s direction. “Look at it! Look!”

“I don’t want to!” She did her best to duck and dive from my enthusiastic picture-pushing, including covering her eyes.

“I’ll look.” Ava grabbed my wrist and pulled the phone in her direction, tilting the screen so she could see it. “Not bad. Good size. Length and girth. Probably a good handful,” she said appreciatively.

“You’re in a library!” Halley jerked around with a hiss. “You can’t go flaunting unwanted dick pics everywhere!”

“This wasn’t unwanted,” I corrected her. “It was accidental. A wrong number dick pic.”

“I don’t care how it came to be in your possession. I don’t want to see it.” She grabbed some books from the cart. “Did you tell him he’d sent it to the wrong person?”

“Yes. I told him he got the wrong number, but he had a pretty nice dick, so it was okay.” I wrenched my phone from Ava’s grip, locked it, and tucked it back into my pocket.

“There’s no such thing as a nice dick.” Halley pushed the cart along. “They’re all ugly. Even your brother’s.”

Ew. Gross.

“La la la la la!” I put my fingers in my ears.

Ava snorted. “She had that coming.”

Halley nodded. “I don’t get it. You don’t know the guy. He apologized, right?”

I dropped my hands with a click of my tongue. “Yep. I told him it was fine.”

“Reagan, that is not the correct response to a dick pic. Preston sent me one last week, and I told him to fuck off.” Halley rearranged a few books. “Nobody likes dick pics.”