Texting Olivia Large ((On Pause))

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When I left my phone it was faced down, moved so it was almost at the edge of the table but not enough for it to tip over and fall. The phone was pointed in the direction of where I was sitting.

Now, it's faced upwards in the middle of the table and slightly askew, as if whoever touched it was in a hurry to drop it and leave.

I narrow my eyes and pick up the phone, letting the familiar heat warm up my hands. This isn't right.

"Guess what was on sale in the tech store?!" Joey said as he appears next to us. He slides a box of new ear pods on the table and gives a proud grin, showing his silver braces.

I ignore his enthusiasm, "My phone is warm. Why is it warm?" I can't help the way my tone heightens in panic. I hate when people touch my stuff.

Joey slides into his seat, his excitement turning to a mild worry. He shifts uncomfortably under my anxious gaze.

"Because phones are usually warm when you use them?"

I let out a frustrated groan at his response and go through my phone, checking for any signs that someone had used it or hacked it. I have never seen a hacked phone before but I hope I'll be able to notice if something was wrong with it.

Finding nothing to I suggest my phone had been taken, I let out a deep breath, willing the tension in my bones to go along with it. It didn't work.

I still feel uneasy.

"Nothings wrong. Stop being so paranoid" Amanda said, taking a large bite of her chocolate cake and licking her sticky chocolate fingers.

I let her tell me I was paranoid because I wanted to believe that was the case. That I was overreacting. That I probably did leave my phone in the middle of the table face up.

But the nagging feeling in my gut made me check up on my phone every few seconds to see if I missed something. As usual, the normal state of the phone taunted me, yet, made me feel like there was still something there.

Upon getting home, I walked straight to the shower in my room and placed the phone on the edge of my wooden bed stand. I gave it a good look and analyzed its position before I left. Just in case.

I came out of the showers with a towel wrapped around my chest and my body soaked and dripping water onto the green carpeting.

Thankfully, the phone was the way I left it. I picked it up, making sure to avoid sprinkling any droplets of water onto the screen.

**1 new message from hot stuff**

I narrow my eyes at the screen and rack my brain for any memory of saving a person's name as 'hot stuff ' but nothing comes to mind.

Hot stuff

Hiiiiiii

(:

I raise a single brow at the text, the only person I know that could text like this is Amanda. She's the type to save her name as hot stuff too. But she was outside the store. Waiting for me.

Taking my chances, I reply.

Me

Amanda? Is this some sort of joke?

The persons' reply comes back almost immediately.

Hot stuff