In My Dreams

The Text

Science has to be the most confusing subject I'll ever take. I don't understand why every single object has so be analyzed and turned into a big long scientific name. That's just my opinion.

I look over at Heather and she's drawing in her art notebook which is opened on top of her Science notebook. Smooth move.

My teacher, Mr. White, is writing on the dry erase board and since his back is turned I decide to check my phone. I see 6 new messages 3 are from Heather which say, 'Hey, where you at?' 'Hello?' 'Don't make plans Friday night.' One is from my mom, 'Have a good day at school I love you,' What am I? Five? I think to myself but quickly shrug it off since she's trying to be nice.

The next two are from a number I don't recognize.
'Hey Andrea, what's up?" I looked at the time it was received which was nearly 4 hours ago at 8:00am.
'It's me Jason by the way..' Which was sent 30 minutes after the first one. I guess he thought I didn't reply to numbers I didn't recognize.

"What are you doing?" I hear Heather whisper loudly, she might as well have not even whispered at all since a few people turned around to look at us.

"I'll tell you later, jeez you almost got me caught," I say in a low voice to where only she could hear me.

I'm wondering why Jason wants to talk to me so bad, I haven't even told Heather about him messaging me last night.

I have known OF Jason since I was in 2nd grade, but even than we never talked. I had him in a few classes growing up but he was more out going and social and his parents were involved in everything he did. My parents worked all the time so I couldn't be in after school programs or sports. I was okay with that though, I guess that's why we didn't talk, we didn't have anything in common.

I jumped when the bell rang and was so happy it was lunch time. My stomach was growling.

Heather and I got our usual grilled chicken salad with ranch and sat in the same spot in the cafeteria. A few of our other friends joined us and we all chatted about our day.

"So Did you get the invite to Aaron's party?" Jessica asked who ever was listening.

"Yeah me and Andrea are going." Heather says looking at me grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm excited, at least is a 3 day weekend so if I get too drunk I have an extra day to sleep it off." Jessica said holding the flyer in her hand of Aaron's party.

"And maybe Aaron will actually talk to you Heather." Nicole said sarcastically while she was texting God knows who.

"What the fuck Nicole? Aaron does talk to me!" Heather shot back angrily.

"Really, when? I doubt he even knows you exist." Nicole said as she tilted her head sideways with a fake smile.

I don't know what the hell Nicole's problem is, maybe it's that time of month for her cause she's being a bitch. So before it gets any worse I say, "Alright, well I'm done with my salad and I have to pee so let's go Heather." She stares down Nicole as she gets up from the table and Nicole smiles at her.

"What the hell was the Heather?" I ask and we enter the girls bathroom.

"What? She's just jealous." Heather says going into the stall next to me.

I don't say anything back because how weird would it be that we are "stall talking" and I don't want anyone to hear our conversation. With these girls at school the story would end up 100 times worse than it actually was, it would mainly sound like Heather broke Nicole's neck. So I just stay quiet.

As I'm washing my hands I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I dry my hands and quickly grab it, it's another text from Jason.

'I saw you read my message, it's Jason Crowley.'

Yes I know your last name, damn iMessages. I thought to myself I remembered I had my iReader on and since he has an iPhone he knows when I read the message. I reply 'Hey what's up?'

Out of no where my phone gets yanked out of my hands and I see Heathers eyes going back and forth on the text.

"Dude, why is Jason texting you?" She says as her eyes light up. I can tell she's excited to hear the story. Although it's not much of a story and I have no idea why he's texting me. Or how he got my number.