Mr. Popular and Me

Chapter 6

Evan's POV

I woke up the next day and looked at the clock beside my bed to see that it was around ten in the morning. I didn't mean to sleep in, but since it's a weekend, I guess it doesn't matter. My eyes squinted at the bright sunlight that came beaming in through my window. I almost went back under the covers, but I need to get up. So I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes, hoping to rub the sleepiness away. It helped a little bit, not as much as I wished it would, but it was enough.

I looked over at my nightstand again and noticed the note from Waeland sitting beside the clock. I put it there last night before I fell asleep, I don't know why I decided to keep it though. It's not like I'm going to actually use his number.

Why don't I throw it away? It could come in handy one day, having contacts isn't a bad thing. Not that I have many of those-

I decided to clean and listen to music for a while to pass time since I have nothing else to do. After a while of doing that, I got on my computer and watched documentaries on random things that I found interesting.

A while passed and I decided to check the time to see that it was two pm. My dad should be home soon then. He gets off early on Saturdays.

The front door clicked open, "Hey, Evan. I'm home, I bought pizza for lunch in case you're hungry." Speaking of the devil, there he his.

"Cool, thanks, Dad. I just finished your laundry, it's in a basket in your room." I said, grabbing the pizza box from him and placing it on the table.

"Thanks, Kiddo," he thanked me as he ruffled my hair. Anyone else, I would have swatted their hand away. But I don't mind my dad ruffling my hair, honestly, it made me feel a bit happy. It reminded me of when I was little and he would do that all the time.

"I'll be upstairs; I'm going to take a shower. Then I'm heading to the bar with some buddies." He told me as he started walking upstairs. Most people think it's weird to go to a bar so early, but my dad does it so often. It's normal for me so I didn't really question it.

I ate the rest of the pizza and threw away the box, before heading back upstairs to my room. I sat at my desk and decided to surf the internet on my computer to find something interesting to read about.

An hour or so passed I stretched my back and a few loud pops echoed through my room. While doing so, I caught a glimpse of Mr. Popular's number still on my bedside table. Should I text him? I have nothing else to do.

No, don't give in to the temptation so easily. I told myself. I don't like him or anyone that's going to be at that party, so what's the point in going? Plus, it'll be loud and full of people making out and doing other unsightly things that I prefer not to witness.

Still, a small part of me wanted to go out of curiosity. I've never been to a party before. Only seen them in movies and heard about them.

Okay, once. I'll text him just this once, but never ever again.

I picked up the piece of paper and pulled my phone out of my back pocket. Clicking, 'new message', I put in Waeland's number.

Me: XXXX Meadowlands Dr. Anonymous, Ar. If you're not here by seven, I'm not going. - Evan

I reluctantly sent it after a few moments. I put my phone back in my pocket, thinking it would take him a few minutes to respond. Or if he responds at all. This could all be a prank. What if he's dragging me there just to make me do something stupid?

My phone buzzed not even a minute later. I looked at it, not believing that he responded so quickly. I wouldn't be surprised if he had just been waiting for me to message him all day.