Chapter 3
The next morning, I obviously took a lot of time getting up. It was Saturday and it was my day off but again I'm awake and not sleeping in.
I laid down looking up at the ceiling. My guts were telling me that I had somewhere to be today but I couldn't remember where.
I stood up slowly from my bed until I felt something fall. I look down at the crinkled up sheet of paper and knelt down to grab it. I picked it up and opened the note.
Meet me at the skate park tomorrow at 12pm sharp.
- Unknown
'Oh now I remember!' I thought as I stood up again.
I looked up at the clock and my eyes widened when I saw that it was 11:30am.
I ran to the bathroom and although I had no time to shower, I brushed my teeth instead.
After that, I ran back to my room and threw on some random jeans that I found lying around the floor and a sweatshirt. I know what you're thinking. I'm some sort of junkie. Well, you would be doing the same if you needed to be somewhere and there weren't enough time. Plus, I don't really need to make effort as I'm only going to see who 'unknown' is then hurry back home...that is if I make it back home.
I ran downstairs, throwing my coat on and making sure my phone was in my pocket.
The skate park was only across the road as it was near the park.
As soon I get there, I look around my surroundings for 'Unknown' but only caught sight of the dog walkers. I decided to sit on the wooden bench and took my phone out to play 'Candy Crush' whilst I waited for whoever I was supposed to be here for.
After about 8 minutes, I looked around and sighed. Maybe it really was a joke.
I stood up and began to make my way home until I felt a hand holding my wrist.
I jumped in shock and turned around to see who it was.
I looked at him closely but couldn't see his face. He was wearing a black oversized jumper and jeans but covered his head with the hood of his coat and was wearing dark glasses. It wasn't even sunny outside.
Could this be 'unknown'?
'So I see you decided to come,' I heard him say as he chuckled.
I nodded slowly, 'D-do I know you?'
I cursed to myself as I just stuttered in front of him.
He laughed again. 'You know me but you don't really know who I am.'
I looked at him confused. What is this, a thriller movie? He literally needs to stop acting like he's in a movie and what's with the freaking outfit and glasses?
'Follow me,' he says as he walks away.
Should I follow him? What if he kills me? WHAT IF THERE IS A BUNCH OF OTHER GUYS READY TO KILL ME?
But...the only way to find out who he is, I'd need to follow him and stop being a chicken.
So I follow him until I realize that we're in a dark alleyway.
'Sooo...can you tell me who you are?' I ask him again.
He shakes his head.
'No,' he denied,'Let me say what I want to say then maybe.'
I groaned then nodded.
He gently pushes me against the wall then stares at me. Well I don't actually know if he was staring at me because he had his glasses on but I assumed he WAS looking at me.
Is he going to stab me or what? Might as well get it over with than taking a billion years.
I shut my eyes closed and hear a chuckle.
'Calm down, I'm not going to do anything,' he says.
I open my eyes again and look at him.
'Camila,' he says slowly, 'You DO know me but you don't think of me in a way that I want you to.'
Whaaaat? I stared at him letting him continue.
'I like you okay? I liked you for the longest time but you never seem to notice me until yesterday of course,' he chuckled.
Wait, did I see him yesterday?
'Yes you saw me yesterday, don't you remember?' he continues.
I shook my head.
He stepped back, taking both his glasses and hood off.
I gasped as I realized who it was.
A/N: SOOOO, how was it? Obviously in the next chapter it will be revealed who the person is and I'm sure some of you know anyways.
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