What Now.

Chapter Four

After school...

Minus the fact that a certain person has been on my mind all day, today was pretty easy. Now I'm going to go home, relax, and study for the big Math test that's on Friday.

        As soon as I pulled up in the driveway of my house and parked my Camaro, I sprinted upstairs to my room to get some studying done. I took off my grey hoodie and peeled off my indigo T-shirt, revealing my bare chest, arms, and back.

        I glanced at myself in the full-body mirror on the wall as I plopped on my bed. I have to admit that I was built enough. I was lucky enough to give myself perfect, well-toned abs from my regular weekend weight lifting. I definitely wanted to keep my body in shape.

        The girls would drool over most of the shirtless guys in my Gym class, except me. Why, you ask? Well in P.E., I never take my shirt off. Ever. That's only because I'm a little shy when it comes to stuff like that. I don't have enough confidence to just walk into Gym shirtless. I'm sure the girls would love if I did―since they've asked me millions of times to before―but I just can't.

        I grabbed my orange Algebra books from my spacious backpack and began studying different equations and functions for the big upcoming test. I laid on my stomach comfortably and chewed on my pen that I was using to solve some practice problems in the text books.

        After about ten minutes past, my iPhone began vibrating beside me, signaling that I was getting a text message. I casually picked it up and saw I got a text from Prodigy. That's Craig by the way. Rayan and I had given him that nickname since it seemed like he was mostly good at everything. It really fits his personality.

        Prodigy: Can you come over please?

        I let out an exasperated huff and rolled my eyes at his text. I shook my head as I texted back:

        Me: Nooo. I told you I have to study, remember? -_-

        When I messaged him back, it took less than fifteen seconds for my friend to text me back.

        Prodigy: Ray Ray is playing Left 4 Dead on my Xbox w/ me & he wants u 2 come over

        I raised my eyebrows in an insensitive manner. The hell? I don't give a damn what Rayan want; and that's exactly what I texted back.

        I carelessly plopped my phone down on one of my pillows and sat in the middle of my bed "crisscross-applesauce style." I was flipping through the thin pages of my math journal filled with notes and briefly looked over each page reliably. I slightly jumped when I heard my phone unexpectedly vibrate yet again. I predictably rolled my deep brown eyes when I read a text from Rayan.

        Ray Ray: You're no fun. :P But u still me && Craig best bro tho XDDDDD #YOLO!

        I think him and possibly Craig need to take some medication. Seriously.

        I resumed flipping through my study material before abruptly hearing my phone vibrate yet again. I threw my head back and let out a loud, long frustrated groan. "Fuck my life..." I seethed. Good thing my mother wasn't home from work yet.

        I emotionlessly grabbed my phone and read the text message in confusion.

        ???: Hi Chresanto :)

        Huh? I raised a perplexed eyebrow and texted back:

        Me: Who is this?