Dark Niall (Editing)

A Date With The Devil

Chapter 3
A Date With the Devil

     Today was the worst day of my life. Some of you are probably thinking "Oh she's overreacting" when in all honesty I probably am, but having someone physically put their hands down your pants when you don't want them to, is a very good reason to overreact. I've felt disgusting all day since the incident and not mention I was also threatened by the same person. If It wasn't for that stupid Irish asshole, my day probably would've gone well.

    I stumble into my room throwing 
my bookbag onto my bed. "UGH!" I exhale loudly. I let my body collapse onto the pile of pillows I have laying on my floor. "Just breathe in and out Paris." Closing my eyes I think of all the things that could've gone right today. Before I know it my body slowly drifts off to sleep.

        Minutes later I wake up to the sound of my phone going off. Groaning my body turns over grabbing my phone from off the floor beside me. Before looking at the screen I quickly wipe my eyes with my shirt sleeves and I look around my room giving my eyes a chance to adjust. I look at my phone screen not happy with what I see.

(Unknown Number:)
Hey babe (;

     My eyebrows furrow not knowing who this number is texting me. I hesitate before answering, my fingers hover over my phones keyboard. Should I take the nice a polite approach or the mean "wrong number don't text again" approach? After a few minutes of finger hovering and writing then deleting sentences, finally I decide to just write something that is in between my two options.

(Me:)
Wrong number.

     Happy with my response I peel myself from off the floor. Grabbing my book bag I place it on my computer desk across the room. I sit down at my desk while pulling my homework from out of my bag. I roll my eyes as I pull out work for science class. Quickly I pick up a pencil and started working on the sheet of paper. Moments later my phone buzzes again.

(Unknown number:)
That's where you're wrong darling.

     I stare at my phone confused on how I know this person texting me. I think to myself. It must be Kirsten playing a prank on me she always does stupid things like this, she says and I quote "It's funny and it makes life more enjoyable." Grinning at my phone screen I send a text back.

(Me:)
Ha ha, very funny Kristen. Shouldn't you be doing homework?

  Before I could set my phone down my phone buzzes once more.

(Unknown number)
This isn't Kristen.

   Closing my notebook in front of me, I place it in my bag before responding to the unknown persons message.

(Me:)
Who is this?

   I wait for an answer.

(Unknown number:)
A friend. Call me.

    What does this person mean by "a friend" should I even risk calling this person? I mean they already have my number. What if it's a killer or stalker? Maybe this person is confused! Maybe they really do have the wrong number and just decided to play along. Minutes pass before the screen on my phone lights up again.

(Unknown number:)
Well, I'm waiting.

A wave of anxiety pushes its way through my body. Should I even trust this person? Just something about this situation makes my skin crawl. Moments later I pick up the phone and I dial the number. Before I could even process that me Paris Heath is calling a complete stranger, the person picks up quiet at first. My heart pounds as the stranger continues to be quiet. Suddenly a voice echoes through my phone speaker. "Hey babe, miss me?"