Who wants Fredie dead?

4. The texts

"Hi how are you?" was the first text freaky Joe, named "XKXIXLXLX" had send Fredie (Yeah we call him freaky Joe now btw, it's our thing).

"I'm sorry do I know you?"  was Fredie's reply to his text.

"No. But I know that your name's Fredie."  had continued freaky Joe.

"Ok. Can I help you? What do you want?"  Fredie had asked. (So far nothing semed odd because his name was no secret, it was written in his bio).

"No, but I know that you go to High school Belcomen. And I know that you are 16."  had replied the stupid freak.

"How do you know that?"  had asked Fredie naively.

"I know a girl named, hmmm let's say Becky, who is a year yunger that you and goes in this school, She told me you smoke weed. Are you interested? I've got some fresh one that came from colombia yesterday."  had texted freaky Joe.

"Idk man"  Fredie had replied. "how did you get weed from colubia? Are you in the mob or something?" (WOW Fredie what a marvelously stupid question to ask some mysterious guy who wants to sell you illegal drugs from colombia! I mean even if he were, wich he probably is, he wouldn't tell you or otherwise he would have to kill you. THINK FREDIE THINK, God gave you a brain to use it.)

" Look I've got no time to loose, If you change your mind I'm at the park next to the library who is at 6 minutes from your home. I'll be waiting, let me know."  was the last text fraky Joe had texted Fredie. Three hours had passed since then.

At the very moment I read that, I had gotten goosebumps. How could this drug dealer possibly know where Fredie lives? Was it someone he knew? Was he spying on him? Was Fredie the first guy he had contacted or were there other people who had their lifes in danger? I wanted answers so bad. And then from nowhere we heard a "DRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!". Fredie's phone had rang. My heart stopped. Fredie and I looked at eachothers in the eyes. Was it freacky Joe calling? Was he watching us right now? We were too afraid to look at who was calling Fredie. We agreed that we will look thogether on three, so I counted :  One, two... two and a half, almost three, anddd... THREE!  We looked at his phone at the same time. What a relief, It was accualy my mom calling him because I had forgotten my phone at home and she was worried because I didn't come home after school and it was allready past 22:00. She was furious. She said that it was allready dark outside and that I needed to come home and that when I come home we were going to DISSCUS and called me "YOUNG LADY" before hanging up ( we all know that, that means trouble. I got grounded for the two weeksafter that).

As I was finished talking with my mom (or more precisely listening to her yelling the crap out at me), I told Fredie that I had to go home and I also told him to block Freaky Joe just to be sure that he doesn't contact him anymore. He agreed and said that he would do it as soon as he gets home. Immediately after that conversation, we both went back home and made sure that nobody was WATHING or FOLLOWING us.

Once I had gotten home, "WE HAVE A PROBLEM" Is what I could read on my notifications. I looked at my phone and and saw 12 missed calls from Fredie. What had possibly could happend in this 10 minutes we were appart?! I called Fredie back. He didn't picked up the phone, so I wrote him : " Dude what the hell, why did you call me 12 times? Is everything ok?" .  The second I had texted him he replied :

"Freaky Joe texted me. He says that he knows you, and he also knows that you were at the park with me today..."