The Payphone (Camren)

Chapter 2: Today Just Isn't My Day

"Hello." A confident and slightly raspy voice came out from the speaker. It was obviously feminine and oh so hot.

"Hello?" I responded, hesitating a little. My 'hello' was weak and phrased as more of a question than the firm 'hello' that came from the girl on the phone.

"You know, I was wondering when you'd pick up." When not if, and she also used you. Who the fuck is this girl?

"Who is this?" My palms became slightly clammy, and I'm pretty sure if you felt my heartbeat at the moment it would've hit you like a sledgehammer. Because I know it hit me like a sledgehammer. I cursed my weak and nervous voice. I cleared my throat.

Camila, what are you doing? Remember that girl that everyone knows has no shame when it comes to strangers because she'll never see them again!

A rich, husky laugh reached my ears and it sounded so good. I was so jealous of this girl's laugh, my laugh is so stupid, awkward and it just sounds plain horrible.

"It doesn't matter who I am." I frowned at her reply.

"Can you at least tell me your name?"

"Why do you need to know my name?"

"I don't know... Curiosity?"

"Curiosity killed the cat, Camila." That husky laugh reached my ears again.

"But satisfaction brought it back." I said triumphantly. I was so proud of myself for the comeback in the heat of the moment. I still to this day cannot describe why I had felt this need to appeal to the girl. I wanted her to think I was cool but it sounded like she already knew me.

"In this case, you never received the satisfaction and therefore you're still technically dead." I pouted at her response.

"Hey, if you won't tell me your name can you at least answer a question?" I perked up immediately at the thought.

"You just did." Came the reply, tinged with amusement.

"Oh." I said, my cheeks slightly burning. She couldn't see me but it was still embarrassing! "Anyway, um, do you usually call this Payphone?"

"Who else do you think calls every day at the same time?"

"Oh, um, there's like, possibilities. You never know..." I said, flustered. I nervously pushed back my hair that had dropped onto my face. "So, uh, why do you call?"

"Good question." There's silence for a minute of two.

"Hello?" I asked. Did she hang up? I didn't hear anything if she hung up.

"I'm still here. I'm just thinking." She sounded thoughtful.

"Okay."

"I'm not sure really," she said, slightly amused, "maybe in the hopes that I'll be able to help a poor unfortunate soul?"

"How generous of you." I deadpan.

"Hey! You never know what might happen." She sounded slightly defensive which made me giggle. I don't even know this person, why am I acting this way? She could be serial killer for all I know. There's something familiar about her though...

"Yeah, yeah. Don't knock it 'till you try it, right?"

"Yep." She popped her 'p'.

"So, got any great, life changing, inspirational advice or something for me since I bothered going into the dodgy alleyway and suffered possible brain damage just to pick this phone up?"

"Brain damage?"

"You don't wanna know."

"I can guess." What's that supposed to mean? "Well... Tell me about you... Your day."