Stall Doors (You/Dinah)

Chapter Three

From: Unknown

You shouldn't be leaving your number around like that.

I tense slightly, staring at my phone in confusion. Who the fuck is this?

"What's wrong Y/N?" Camila nudges me while she discreetly threw some food over to the squirrel that was watching her intently.

Before I could even respond to her, my phone was tugged out of my hands by Lauren. I swear, if my reflexes were any faster I would've punched her but she had already moved away. It was a pet peeve of mine. You snatch my phone out of my hands on a bad day and I'll find the nearest cliff to throw you off it.

"Jauregui, I'm two seconds away from popping a cap in your ass. Give me my phone back." I huff impatiently, glaring at the green eyed girl.

"Chill out. This is what you get when you draw your number on the stall door. You've scored yourself a stalker."

Camila giggled, giving me a thumbs up while nodding in approval. I roll my eyes at the clueless girl before reaching over and grabbing my phone off Lauren.

"Don't worry. It could be worse, you could be Lauren." Camila said seriously causing me to laugh loudly as Lauren pouted.

I ignore them as they start a conversation that I couldn't care less about and look back down at my phone, biting my lip as I debate whether I should text this person back or not. It was clearly a girl since my number was in the girl's bathroom.

To: Unknown

And you shouldn't be texting these numbers that you find. We're both stupid, I get it.

I exhale heavily and press send, not knowing whether I was being too sarcastic and rude. I really can't help it though. I'm like made up with twenty percent of hunger and eighty percent sarcasm. Simple. It pretty much sums me up.

"Y/N, are you even listening to us?" Lauren snaps her fingers in front of my face.

"Nope." I shrug bluntly, turning towards them with a sheepish smile.

"We're talking about Nela and his non-existent neck."

I instantly scowl at the name. Dinah's boyfriend. I have no clue what she sees in him. He literally looks like a thumb. The only reason why people like him is because he is the football captain.

"The only thing he is good at is playing with balls." I mutter, turning my phone screen on and off a few times as if I was going to make a message suddenly appear the next time I turn it on.

"Yeah, he's pretty good at football." Camila nods in agreement, not getting my double meaning.

Such an innocent little child.

I was startled slightly when my phone buzzed and the same unknown number came up.

From: Unknown

Sassy. I like it.

I rolled my eyes and bit my lip to suppress the small smile that was threatening to show.

To: Unknown

You sound like a fuckboy... just saying.

It only took a couple of minutes before the next text came through. At least she has a strong reply game. I'm so used to Camila taking like two hours to reply to my text with a simple 'K'. It was so frustrating. Yeah, it's all good when I do that to you but don't do that to me or I won't text you at all.

From: Unknown

A middle finger emoji would be very much appreciated right now so that I could send it to you. No, I'm not a fuckboy and I'm not a boy either. There's just a vagina down there, nothing else.