“Just do it So. . . tell that man that you wanna suck his pretty widdle dick so we can go home now, ” Priya groaned from the passenger seat of my car.

“Priya!” I gasped as my sweaty thumbs twitched over my phone keypad. They had been hovering over the send button for what seemed like centuries since I had got an incoming call from “C”.

Over the past few months, I had changed his name from Stupid to This Motha Fucka. I had swapped his contact picture from signs that read DO NOT ENTER to ones that read AVOID AT ALL COSTS.  And yet still there I was staring at my phone; ready to merge onto the never ending highway to hell .

“We have been on the side of the road in the  middle of nowhere for the last 10 minutes, solely so that you can respond to that man. . . so  just say what u gotta say,” Priya grumbled as she fastened her seatbelt.

Okay to be fair,  we weren’t in the middle of nowhere. I knew exactly where we were when C called me: 3 exits away from home. And for the record I had every intention of leaving his call unanswered. . . Until I saw that he texted me.

“So” the message read.

There were a lot of people who called me by  nickname “So.” But not many could move me to pull over my car by simply texting it.