sext [c.h]

2 • prepare

Allie:

Me: how am I supposed to trust you

Unknown: how are you not

Me: you still didn't tell me who you are or how you got my number

Unknown: can you just listen please

Me: fine. I'm outside already

Unknown: in the bushes beside your house, there should be an empty basket with the address

Me: why couldn't you just text me the address

Unknown: just grab the damn basket Allie

I huff as I walk across the yard barefoot in attempt to find the basket. Sure enough, the small white carriage item was hiding between my mother's thorn spawners of a bush.

Being as careful as I can, I grab it and back away. Looking in it, there is a small piece of paper with the address neatly written on it. I take it and go inside, passing Andi's empty room due to the fact that she was already there.

I tried texting back but didn't get a response. Shrugging, I take off my hoodie and sweatpants and put on a little black dress that didn't show too much cleavage but had clung to my curves. I also put on some red converse because heels hurt like shit.

Not changing my wavy brown hair, I add some heavy mascara ad thin eyeliner. Other girls would kill for green eyes but I hate mine.

Unknown: I'm going to the party too by the way

Me: will I finally get to meet you?

Unknown: no

Me: well at least give me a contact name.

Unknown: C.T.H

*contact name has been changed*

Me: there.

CTH: wait no change it to Beyonce

Me: why would Beyonce text me

CTH: cause she's on Jay's D

Me: that was a failed Beyonce pun

CTH: you're full of blue ivy

Me: don't talk about your daughter like that

CTH: whatever. I'll see you at the party