Arrival (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 4

My mind is racing as I try to figure out what happened. Who the hell is Harry? I've only known Jessica for about a week now, but we tell each other everything. She never mentioned the name before. The only person it could be was her boyfriend, but I know she doesn't have one and she wouldn't lie to me. It's literally day number 4 of meeting her and things are already happening. There has to be something she hasn't told me.

"Harry?" I ask

"Yeah. He did it again, Callie!"

"What? Did what again? Who is he?"

"I'm sorry I have to-"

"Jess wait!" Before she hears me or can even finish her sentence, she is cut of by the call ending and goes offline. I try to call back multiple times, but they all result in no answer. Its almost 1 in the morning, and it must be late over there aswell.

I lay on my bed for a few minutes trying to take in what happened when my dad knocks on my door.

"Cal, is everything okay? Can I come in?"

"It's open."

He opens my bedroom door and looks at me while standing in the doorway. "Why all the screaming?"

"I was not screaming, Dad."

"It's almost 1:30 in the morning. You were being pretty loud."

I guess I was. I'm never up this late anyway.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Just some 'friend drama' I guess." Was that really all it was?

"Okay" my dad says suspisiously. "Please go to bed. You have school tomorow."

"I will."

He closes my door and walks back downstairs as I drift off to sleep.

~

Jessica doesn't come online for the next few days, and it worries me. She didn't seem like this type of person. School drags on through the week, and I'm starting to like Mason more and more. After school on Friday I get a text from him. Its been a week. About time.

I walk into my kitchen and grab a snack to sit down at the table with. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket.

It's from an unknown number.

*Hey Callie* I know who this is.

*Hi Mason..* I reply. Well this should be good. Our conversations always seem to take weird turns.

*How was your day today? Besides History, of course. That must have been good because you got to see me. ;)*

Who does he think he is? Is he hitting on me? Ugh, I'm bad at signals.

*Oh, you got me. It was good, what about you?*

*Well, there's been something on my mind for a while, and I need to ask you something.*

Oh no. What in the world would he need to ask me?

*Okay. Ask away.*

*Well um... Will you go to Prom with me?*

I read the text and almost fall out of my chair. I had no idea that Prom was right around the corner. He did not just ask me out over a text. You have got to be kidding.

*I'm sorry, but what?* I had to be hallucinating.

*It's a text re-read it*

*Excuse me? Can we please talk after school on Monday?* I press send, still in shock.

*Yeah. See you Monday*

I scroll up the conversation and read the messages about twenty times over. Too much has happened in these past couple weeks.