Once Upon A Text

21

Evan stared at the light on his cell notifying that he had received texts but he didn't bother reading them he already knew they were from the 'weirdo, nerdy, sexy' girl whose name was still not known to him. He was getting frustrated with the way she was playing with him. What was this bullshit anyway, texting all day but still never telling the real name.

"Dude?, Harper here was literally eye raping you and you're fucking staring at your cell, what's up?". Logan inquired furiously, his eyebrows knotting over pair of troubled eyes.
Shrugging Evan moved his eyes over cafe where he was sure this girl was. She had to be here. He could feel it.
"I don't know why she's so bend up on keeping her identity a secret. It gets me crazy." Evan stated his hand moving up to his neck while he massaged the taut muscle there.
"Fuck her," Logan muttered.

Evan knew he was over reacting. This was nothing he would treat all this as a bloody joke and she was herself a bloody joke. A smile split his handsome face as he inhaled deeply and winked at Stacey.
"Harp?, you think you can walk up with me to the second floor?"
Stacey fluttered her fake eyelashes at him and smiled explicitly at him. It was an open invitation that he accepted.

He felt his pocket vibrate as another text message was received. Without even thinking twice about it he turned his phone off and turned back to Stacey with her shirt discarded at floor.
This was what he wanted.