I wonder where he is. I keep walking while trying to text him but still no answer. I go outside back to Jalissa. "Hey what happened, you look worried" she says frowning. I look at her then look around her to see if I can Nash, still no sight of him. "Have you seen Nash?" I ask her, "um I don't know who he is" she says shaking her head "remember I didn't get around much?" I nod and sit down.
I hope he's okay. I was thinking about all the possible ways a person could be no where to be found without answering their phone. They could be hurt, somewhere in danger, kidnapped. Then I realized maybe Onika kidnapped him. I scrolled through my texts trying to find onikas number because she texted me before to say that Nash will never like me. I found it. I called her.
The phone rang for 6 seconds. Still no answer. Finally someone answered. "Hello?" They seemed out of breath. I stayed quiet because it didn't sound like Onika. "Hello?" They said again, then I answered. "Hello, who is this" I ask, "it's Onika" I raise an eyebrow. I have to lie and say it someone else, "hey, it's Angela" there was a silence on the other side, "oh hey girl!" I'm guessing she knows an Angela, "why're you calling me on private?" She asks laughing. "Oh I forgot my phone was on that" I lie, "so what's up?" I ask, walking away from Jalissa, "oh I'm just with some guy right now" she's says and I hear a muffled voice, it sounds like Nash... The voice "speaks again" it's very muffled and sounds like it's begging for help, "oh who is it?" I ask "some guy you wouldn't know". Nash, I suppose is screaming for help once again. The voice distances, almost like Onika went into another room, "Onika are you at a party?" I ask stupidly, "I hear a person screaming" I hear a door close on her side, "look I have to go now" she hangs up quickly.
I walk back over to Jalissa. "Jalissa" I say, "I think Nash, my boyfriend, is kidnapped"
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Lonely Habits → n.g (on pause)
Fanfiction"Are you talking to yourself?" "Sorry, it's a habit...." In which a girl likes to be alone and picks up a habit of talking to herself. Everyone thinks she's a freak, but she doesn't care. But one boy doesn't mind. Idea creds: @httpdaddygilinsky