This can't be right.

Chapter 4.

Hehehe... I bet you guys are like... God..... FINALLY Sugaryspice!! Took you long enough -__- I'm sooo sorry you guys. I mean with school, homework, and just everything thats been happening... I haven't been able to write this chapter. But now its up! Sooo.... Enjoyyyy!!! ;D P.S, I might upload a chapter of Facebook today too... So look out for that one either today or tomorrow or this weekend. <3 ON TO THE STORY !!! 

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Flashback:

2 minutes... 5 minutes... 10 minutes.... "OKAY THIS IS A JOKE!"  Not even 10 seconds after I said that, my ringtone when off......

End of flashback:

I ended up dropping my cell phone. How could this be? Who is this imposter pretending to be Caleb? I bent down and shakily grabbed my phone from the floor. It was still ringing. The number was unknown. I didn't know the digits. I decided to answer it. 

"Uhh.. Hello?" I asked nervously.

"Yes, Hello, Good Morning. Is this Shelby Monroe?" 

"Yes umm Good Morning... And whos this?" 

"This is Nurse Anna calling from the St. Matthews Hospital. I have something terrible to tell you."

I gulped. How much bad news can a girl take?

"Umm.... Go on." I said while I shakily closed my bedroom door.

"Yes well I'm terribly sorry to say this... And it isn't easy. Shelby, Caleb's body got stolen...."

Suddenly the world went silent. His body got stolen? This has to be some kind of mistake. No... Calebs body is NOT stolen. His funeral is today! How could they steal it? Maybe hes alive?... No. I saw him die. I saw him!!! But remember the text message... Did Calebs stalker do this? 

"No... His room didn't have windows for someone to break in. Your lying to me! This can't be true! This can't be right!" I shouted into the phone. I sure was getting pissed off.

"Shelby calm down! There is no sign of anyone breaking in. And his door was locked. The knob doesn't have any finger prints so the criminal must have had gloves or mittens on. I'm dearly sorry Shelby, but there isn't much we can do. We already reported this to the police. Detectives are gonna arrive in any minute."

"LIAR!!!!!!!!" And after that, I hung up and threw my cell phone at the wall. Why do I need a cell phone now that I have no one to text? To call? Nothing. Who could be so cruel to steal a dead body? Thats when I started thinking, is he really alive? Could he? Could there be a chance? I saw him die. Too much loss of blood. Unless.......

I grabbed my laptop and quickly logged onto Facebook. Since I killed my cell phone, all I have is a laptop now. I searched the chatbox on the side and sure enough, the green dot next to Caleb's name was there. 

As I started typing on the little box, I got a message from him. "So Shel... You received the call?"

I quickly typed, "I sure did. What did you do to Calebs body?! Why the hell would you steal it?! Your really disgusting, going out and stealing a DEAD BODY??" I was filled with rage. I got an answer almost immediately.

"Why would I steal my own body? Your being a bitch you know? Wheres the nice Shelby I used to know? The nice, pretty looking, funny Shelby?"

I gasped in shock. And not just because he called me a bitch. Did he just call me pretty? If this really was Caleb, he would never ever call me a bitch... Or pretty....

So I typed back, "Bitch? Never in HELL would Caleb call me a bitch. He never even cussed! And cussing to me? Wow nice try. You cannot fool anyone. Your not Caleb. Just admit it. Your not Caleb. Your some creepy stalker that is pretending to be Caleb just to get close to me. Maybe you could be a molester. I don't know. Your just way creepy."

I waited for him to answer. 

"Sure princess, whatever you wanna say. I AM Caleb. You don't have proof that I'm not Caleb. So shut up and stop saying I'm some creepy old guy trying to get close to you. What else can I do to make you believe me that I am Caleb? Your best friend. The jock dude."

I just sat there. Caleb would never say such words. The jock dude? He never called himself a jock. Then without thinking, I typed back.

"If you really are Caleb, then prove it by meeting me at the park tomorrow. 5 o' clock P.M. Got it?"

"Alright. Bye Shelby."

Then I froze. What the hell am I doing? Meeting someone I don't know. In the park! I smacked my head for being stupid. I'm such an idiot!!

What have I done?

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Another quick note from Sugaryspice:

Well, this chapter was a bit boring to type. I think its dull. It will get better in the next one! But I was doing Math Homework plus I was writing this. And math + writing don't really work good together. Hasta la vista Amigoss!! <3