𝙼𝚈 𝚃𝚄𝚃𝙾𝚁 [ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ]

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝟼

I don't know if I want to keep this chapter, so if it disappears soon, you know why. ♥︎♥︎♥︎

I don't know why Elaine stormed out yesterday, I guessed it was because of Madalyn. But, she didn't seem all that angry with her, more with me. Well, according to the look she gave me before slamming my door on her way out.

Madalyn didn't leave my room for a good 30 minutes even after I repeatedly told her to leave and that I didn't want Anything to do with her.

I swear she's the dumbest teacher I know. She probably got the job by standing in the interview room till they had to give it to her because she wouldn't leave.

In the end, I got up and left, saying I had to go home. I debated against locking the door on her so she's trapped, but she would 100% snoop around my room, which would be the worst possible situation.

Now it's 2PM on a Saturday, and I have nothing to do. I don't have work, I don't have plans. I have nothing because I've already done everything.

I went to the gym this morning from 7-9AM and then ate breakfast. After that, I took Harley on a long walk around the park.

I'm now sitting on my coach, staring up at the ceiling, being the lonely bastard I am. I let Harley up to sit next to me because why not? I'll just wipe down the sofa after. Harley's a big dog, a fluffy one too and he makes a lot of mess with his fur. He's a Saint Bernard, meaning my house is just one big slobber pit. But I wouldn't change him for anything. He's honestly my best mate.

"What should we do?" I ask him, gliding my hand down his soft fur. I turn and look at him to find he's fast asleep. Great...

The walk must have puffed him out.

I pull my phone out to snap a quick picture of my sleeping boy, but when the screen lights up, I'm caught off guard by a message from an unknown number.

I take the picture, so I don't miss it, before opening the message.

11:49AM: Unknown: Hello? Is this Mr. Madisette?

I stare at the message for a while. They know my name, well, the name everyone else knows me as. And they have my number?...

The only people with my number at school are Elaine and a couple of the male teachers, but they would all call me by my first name, Zion.

I type out a reply and hit send.

12:12: Me: Yes, it is. Who's this?

The bubbles appear immediately, obviously this person uses their phone 24/7.

12:12: Unknown: Sorry, It's Kayla. I got your number from Elaine's phone.

What the fuck does she need my number for?

12:12: Unknown: What did you do to Elaine?

12:13: Me: What do you mean?

12:13: Unknown: She came back to our dorm yesterday while me and Evelyn were asleep, but she's refusing to do anything with us today.

12:13: Unknown: It's only been since she came back from you.

12:14: Me: I don't believe I did anything. She seemed a bit pissed when she left my room.

12:14: Me: But Madalyn had come in just after we had finished.

12:14: Me: With tutoring.

I add the last bit for reassurance. I don't know if she knows, I think it's a possibility, seeing how close she is with Elaine. But I sure fucking hope not. Young adults have big mouths.

12:15: Me:  Unknown: Madalyn? Also, you don't have to say "tutoring". I know.

12:15: Me:  Shit, sorry. I mean Miss. Canty. How do you know about it?

12:16: Unknown: Oh, god. That makes sense. Okay. Thx. I'll delete your number now.

Shit.

12:16: Me: Hold on. Does anyone else know about it? It's just you, right?

I click send, but I'm met with the words "Your message could not be delivered."

Fucking hell...

I drop my phone onto the coffee table in front of me before getting up and walking off to the kitchen. Whatever happened before has gone to the back of my head already.

I hear the big oof of my dog jumping off the coach as well as his paws hitting the floor. He wants food.

I grab the bag of dog biscuits and a cup. I scoop a good amount into the cup and fill his bowl. I watch him as he shoves his face into the bowl, demolishing his food in seconds. I promise I feed him, he's just a big dog. He can consume a shit ton of food in one go. I think it's impressive to be fair....

I leave him in the kitchen to finish off his food. By finish off, I mean constantly lick his bowl like there's stuff still in it. It makes me laugh every time.

The rest of the day I spend with my dog, watching useless TV. At some point I end up falling asleep and I sleep there for the rest of the night.