Text me| Mark Thomas fanfiction

Chapter 3

The next morning I awoke in a groggy mood, I didn't feel very well and so I didn't attend school.

My pillow propped my head from falling as my fever hastily rose. A cough escaped my mouth and I exhaled sharply. My attendance numbers were already awful enough as it is. I sarcastically thanked myself for being immune to sickness and slowly drifted off.
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I woke up around 11:08am to my phone going off. I turned it over from
It's odd position to see who would be texting me at such a time. Of course, Mark's name floated on my screen as my eyes adjusted to the bright light arising from the panel.

"Shouldn't he be at school?" I muttered mostly to myself. He wanted to Facetime, I groaned wondering how he got my number and sat upwards throwing my rough hair into a lazy up do I hesitated, who knew if it was the real Mark Thomas, it could be a creepy old guy in his 70's or something, I groaned.

On the other hand, this was a chance of a lifetime! One in a million! If I don't answer I may never be able to again!

I answered. The image came to show a boy with a blond quiff and huge baby blue eyes, obviously Mark

I almost screamed but I held it in to seem cool but also to stop myself from a mild coughing fit. Neither of us spoke for what felt like forever until Mark opened his mouth and muttered, "Hey..."

my heart skipped a beat but I sickly  replied, "Hey, Mark." 

He seemed nervous which made me feel a bit relieved. Nevertheless, it was awkward. I decided to break the silence  by hoarsely murmuring, "aren't you supposed to be in school?"

He replied with a wide, toothy smile, "same goes. I'm sick so I stayed home today."

"Me too." I replied, secretly loving the irony.

"Are you going to Digitour?" He asked, smiling an rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Yeah, I am, April 14th... I have backstage tickets, too!.... Why?" I squealed with confused excitement, nearly forgetting I was going to meet him.

A wide smirk played on his lips, "I can't wait to meet you, that's all." He replied coolly then laughed like a school girl, his voice softly cracking. I giggled, causing a rough cough and a tormenting headache.

I frowned, I didn't like the idea of him knowing who I was, it kind of depleted the purpose of going... However, I didn't wanna upset him so I put on a super fake smile and squeezed my eyes shut and screamed hoarsely, "AHHHHHH ME TOO!"

Then I suffered a major cough attack and I told him I had to go and I would watch his Younow later.

After I hung up I pondered, My lungs filled with air as my mind traced  back to yesterday. Mark Thomas was trying to get to know a girl like me. It actually seemed like he cared.

I felt special, and at the same time, terrified.

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