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2: Serial Killer
2:21pm
April 1st, Friday
Beverly Hills High School
The day seemed to get progressively better and thanks to coffee boy, I didn't feel totally clueless during my music exam. I had just finished recounting this mornings events to my best friend, Vijera, and she had listened with a careful ear.
"I still think he is stalking you and in two months he's gonna murder you." She said, shoving papers into folders and then neatly placing them into her backpack.
"Psh, you've never even met him."
"You do not know his name." Vijera points out. Vijera's mom's family was from Spain; I was her first friend when she moved here three years ago. Her dad was from Nigeria so she had the coolest accent ever and the most amazing family dinners.
"Shut up. His name doesn't matter, his personality does."
"What if he is secretly an asshole? What will you do then?"
"Cry." I responded, grabbing my backpack and standing up from the couch we were sitting in at the library. Laughing, Vijera got up too and we walked out of the library. In the back pocket of my my phone buzzed.
Cath: Don't be mad.
Me: ?
Cath: I don't think you'll be mad just don't be... mad.
Me: Cath what're you talking about?
*New message with 1 (323) 718-1657*
1 (323) 718-1657: Guess who??
Me to 1 (323) 718-1657: An axe murderer?
1 (323) 718-1657: Lmao nope
My eyes went wide, realizing who it was. Coffee Boy.
"Vijera!" I smacked my best friend's shoulder.
"Ow! What?" I showed her my phone. She squealed,
"Oh my gosh, you two are so going to happen now!"
"Three minutes ago you though he was going to kill me." I reminded her. She scoffed.
"That was the past, stop living in it."
I rolled my eyes and text him back.
Me: COFFEE BOY
1 (323) 718-1657: Sup genius
*New contact added: Coffee Boy*
Me: SO coffee boy, i get your number but not your name? What gives?
Coffee Boy: What are you doing tomorrow night?
Why won't you answer my questions? Damnit.
Me: Homework- maybe babysitting my siblings, why?
Coffee Boy: here's a riddle,
Coffee Boy: __ or nothing
Me: All?
Coffee Boy: I've got a watch but I don't got __
Me: Time? This is the suckiest riddle ever tbh
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coffee boy || luke hemmings
FanfictionCarter isn't special. At least, she thinks she isn't. Until she meets a slightly shady and very mysterious handsome Australian that makes her question her mindset. Her end goal was to go to a good college and follow in her dads footsteps. His end go...
