Just Friends

Chapter 19 {Workout}

At this point I don't know what to do anymore with this person. These people I ment.
I always have the option of just blocking that number, but I highly doubt that they will stop after that. I mean they can hear my calls, or whatever I'm saying ever, at that. I feel like I'm constantly being watched and its scary creepy.
It feels like this, these guys can read my mind or something. I wonder if they know about my past, not that it's bad or anything but still, or how they know about everything I do. I mean its obvious that they know where I live, but a lot of people do and not on purpose.
These guys must be some kind of hackers or something to be able to hear what I say on the phone or even just out loud.
I think back to Pretty Little Liars, but dismiss the thought because there is absolutely no way that that is happening to me.
But the thought comes back because I want to finally figure out how they hear everything I say at any moment.
The conclusion that makes the most since would be my phone.
To this day a phone is one of the most amazing things a human can own but it is also one of the most dangerous.
All these hackers and trolls, they get basically your whole life in one phone.
Its crazy.
But, there's nothing little ol' me can do about it. Just got to accept it and go with it for now.
Anyway, I don't know where to go to see if my phone is loaded with spyware, because I don't want to go the police then everyone will ask me questions and its all to much involving the police.
I don't want to tell my mom because the simplest answer she will come up with is just take the phone away, call the police and never give the phone back.
And that can't happen.

I dismiss the the thought and try to think of a way to keep it off of my mind.
My first thought: food
Of course I mean food is always the answer right?
I get up and head into the kitchen.
My mom just started a new diet which meant there were a lot of fruits and veggies in the fridge. I dig around and eventually find a tub of cookie dough.
My favorite...
I reach in and grab the cookie dough and set it on the counter.
Before opening the container, the first thing I see is, "Do not eat raw cookie dough,". But who follows that warning?
I pursue with opening the container and grab a spoon.

By the time I was finished, half the cookie dough was gone. How can you blame me I mean...its cookie dough.
Anyway I store the cookie dough back in the back of the fridge and flop down on the couch.
I turn on the television and thankfully Pretty Little Liars nor Eye Candy is on. Instead there were just reruns of old Dance Mom episodes. I watch for a little while but then start to feel the raw cookie dough getting to me. I start feeling really fat and gross so I go back to the kitchen. I try to eat something healthy but realize I'm to full of off the cookie dough. I sit back down and pull out my phone.
I go on Instagram and the first picture on my feed is a super skinny girl that goes to my school by the name of Bethany. Bethany is one of the skinniest girls I've ever known and everyone knows why. Shes always eating healthy and exercising by simply playing a round of volleyball or running our weekly mile in less than ten minutes. She's really nice and not to mention gorgeous with her long brown hair that is ombred blue at the very tip and her Nike Rochies are the cutest pair I've seen. We have three classes together, including gym. We don't talk very often though. But if I ever want to start getting serious about getting fit, I'm surely going straight to Bethany.
The picture is of her doing night jogging from the night before.
I think about that for a while.
I finally decide to get up off of my lazy butt and do some jogging as well. I put my hair into a high ponytail and put on a gray headband. I grab my phone, earbuds and a water bottle then head out the door. As soon as I step foot out of my house the sun hits me in the face like a baseball bat. It was blazing hot outside and I started to turn right back inside the house but resisted.

I causally strut out onto the the side of the street and begin to jog.
A few minutes in the raw cookie dough starts to get to me again. and I slow down a bit. I start to give up but think about Bethany. Her flawless body is the motivation that keeps me going. I take a big sip of my water and speed back up. I reach the park and finally sit down on a bench. I pause my music and take a look around.
It's been awhile since I've been to this park. I used to come here all the time with my dad, before my he left. I haven't been back since. Anyways, as I looked around, I noticed a little boy, playing on a swing with an older boy that looked about my age. The longer I looked, the more I realized who it was,
Dominic.
I couldn't decide whether I wanted to go say hi or not. I didn't want to seem stalkerish or something.
Dominic's little brother,Michael, has met me once before, and apparently remembered me.
He ran up to me and waved his hands wildly in the air.
"Hi uh...uh...what was your name again?" his high pitched voice squealed.
"Gabriella" I responded, bending down so I wouldn't have to stare down at him.
"Well hi Gabriella!" he reached out and gave me a hug.
"Hey Mikey!" Dominic called while casually walked towards us.
"Lay off a bit would you?"
"It's fine," I say, releasing from Michael's hug.
"I'm sorry, he is a really big hugger," he said, smiling while running his fingers through his curly dyed hair.
"So what's up?" He asked.
"Just trying to work out I guess, " I responded shyly.
"What? Why?" he laughed.
"What do you mean why?"
"No its just you're already like, a toothpick, you don't really need to workout that much," he smiled.
Compliments...
"Thanks" I felt myself getting hotter but couldn't tell if it was my blushing, or the incredibly hot sun beating down on us at the moment.
"Well it's true," he smirked.
Oh my god.
I wanted to just tell him everything I felt and him feel the same way. But I know I would probably regret it if I do do that.
I pushed away the urge to say anything and gazed into his eyes making an attempt to flirt a little.
To my surprise, he stared back at me, with his gorgeous hazel eyes and pushed back his hair flirtatiously.
In the middle of all the flirtatious gazes, both of our phones vibrated at the same time.
"Weird, " he furrowed is eyebrows while opening his texts.
"I know right, " I reply, ignoring my text, knowing it was probably my mom or something.
"No-well, yeah that's weird to but, this text...it's from an unknown number, " he said as he showed me the screen.
Oh no... No no no not now pleeeaaasseee not now!
My heart rate instantly go up by like a billion and I start to get extremely worried for Dominics sake.
"Wha-what does it say? " my voice trembles.
"Gabriella chill! It just says uhh..." he pauses and I get scared again.
"Woah..." he looks around then returns his focus to the message.
"What does it say? " I ask worriedly.
He chuckles, "It's says, 'She got scared right?' and like seven laughing emojis,"
I took a huge breath of relief. "Well, yeah! It could have been a stalker or something!" I say already knowing there is.
"Sounds like there is! I mean they obviously know your here with me right now, and the number is unknown, "
"Yeah... " I reply nervously as I remember I also got a text.
I pull out my phone and see I also got a text from an unknown number.
I reluctantly open the text and see:

Don't worry, I'm not that cruel...-N

I have so many thoughts and questions for these guys, but it's the place or time to do so.
"What did your text say? " Dominic asks as he closes his phone and puts it back in his pocket.
"It was my mom... " I lied.
-N
Nathan...
I sighed aloud.
"Domi!" Michael screeched, while running over from a big swirly slide.
"Domi? " I giggled.
"My nickname my mom made up when I was little, " he blushed.
"I gotta go potty! " Mickey screamed while tugging on Dominic's arm.
"Sorry, I guess I gotta run, " he says as Michael begins dragging him away.
"It's fine I need to continue my workout anyway" I waved. "Bye!"
"Later" he waved.

I went back to my bench and retained my things. I couldn't believe my luck today. Running into Dominic seemed so unlikely... I guess I owe it all to Bethany.
But the unknown 'people' going after Dominic to?
Not cool.
But Im just glad he's "not that cruel"
ugh and -N put my mind on Nathan and how much we've grown apart.
and it sucks.
But what can I do? Besides at least I have Dominic
and maybe even Dallas...

A/N
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