All I want is you

My mysterious boy

Jason P.O.V.:

Waitress: what you want?

Me: double smoked bacon, candied salmon please.

Waitress: (wrote something in her notebook) and what will you want to drink?

Me: an orange juice. (the waitress turned and left)

I was in a downtown Toronto restaurant, the place is always full of people but very enjoyable. Most people who come here for lunch are serious people and not those lame families who love each other very much.

They may even like each other very much but it is not necessary prove it in public.. I am not obliged to see crap.

My thoughts were interrupted by my phone vibrating in my pants. I have a new message from a number that was not in my phonebook.

From: unknown

Who are you?!?

What the fuck?

(Y/n) P.O.V.:

Emma: hm and he answered?

Me: No, I'm scared! (My body was shaking, don't ask me how I could grab the phone or how the ground hasn't broke with me walking from one side to the other)

Emma: why? I thought it was beautiful! (I realized she was smiling on the other side)

Me: an anonymous person calling me "sexy" is scary, not beautiful! (I put my right hand on the forehead, in a failed attempt to calm down)

Emma: you're overreacting! He will not kill you! He...

Me: who tells you he will not! He can be a maniac!

Emma: he can be a shy boy! So cute!

Me: I don't like... (Suddenly I heard a "beep" indicating that I would be receiving another call) Standby Emma, ​​I have a new call. (I hung up our call and looked at the phone's display, and once again, shivering again.The number was the same number of the mensage I received earlier. With some hesitation, I didn't know who I was talking, I accepted the call) Y. .. Yes? (My voice couldn't be more shaky)

Anonymous: um, you sent me a message asking who I was, and... To be honest I thought it was a prank but now I don't know... (The boy had an extremely sexy raspy voice)

Me: I got a message from this number earlier...

Anonymous: impossible. (He has logged the call. Motherfucker! The idiot probably think I'm crazy, despite being very strange he had no knowledge of the message I received from his phone. The with a beautiful and melodious voice, making me remember an angel would not be foolish enough to call me if he had knowledge of what was going on. Moreover, this could be part of any Machiavellian plan that he might be planning)

I sat on the edge of my bed, because even without reasons -I was calmer-, turned on my laptop that my mother had given me 4 months ago, on my birthday. And as a woman is capable of doing more than one thing at a time, I grabbed my phone, it was hot because my hands gripped it too tightly when I was talking to the boy, and I called Emma.

Emma: at least you're alive. (this girl should be the queen of debauchery, it is amazing how she can be so relaxed! Or I am very fearful)

Me: and crazy (predicting that she would be confused by my statement, I continued) That guy said it was impossible I have received a message from his phone. And then he didn't leave me to retort... He hung up.