Sweet Serendipity (Bradley Simpson)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I came in the house and I was still confused as to what had just happened. I got my bag back and I also had a date with a cute but complete stranger. I didn't even catch his name. He doesn't know mine either but yet we have each others numbers. Everything just shifted from a normal day to a scene from a movie.

"Did you get things sorted out?" My mom asked and I nodded. Not really sure if everything was sorted out.

"You seem... Distracted. What happened?" She asks and I don't know what to respond. How do I explain that I gave a stranger my number and it didn't even occur to me to ask what his name was?

"Uh... It's been a long day, that's all." I wasn't really lying. It has been an extremely long day.

I made my way upstairs and unpacked my bag that this time was mine. Once I was done I sighed in relief and my back hit my bed. Exhaustion would be considered an understatement to what I'm feeling right now.

My phone buzzed and I looked at it. As if I needed more excitement in my life, the screen blinked, saying that I had gotten a message from 'Sexy Stranger.'

"I don't think I caught your name. (;"

Even through my exhaustion, this guy, whom I barely met not even an hour ago, managed to paint a smile on my face. I unlocked the screen and typed in, "I didn't catch your name either."

A few minutes later he replied, "I asked first."

What was the big deal with telling me his name? Just because of the fact that he doesn't want to tell me, makes me not want to tell him my name either. It all sounds like a childish game, and it is, but I can't help it. I've always been a stubborn person. I can tell you for a fact that I will not be the first one saying my name.

"And I asked second. Your point?"

Did I mention that I have a sass mouth too? I think you could figure that one out pretty easily if you are around me long enough.

"Sassy"

"My middle name"

"What's your first name?"

I smirked. This guy thinks he's slick, well he's just about met his match.

"Gwennifer"

"That's not your first name"

"Yes it is"

"No it's not"

"Yes it is"

"Not"

"Is"

"Not"

"Why are you hating on my name? That's hurtful"

"I'm not hating. Besides, I know that's not your name, Melody. (;"

What? How the heck? Okay, that's just downright creepy. Why was he asking me my name if he already knew?

"How?"

"Your journal was pretty interesting to read"

My eyes widened. He had gone through my journal? Who gave him the right?

"Why would you read that? That wasn't yours."

"I'm sorry. It just seemed really interesting, and it was. I'd like to find out more about you."

"Well, whatever. What's your name? You know mine."

"Goodnight"

"Wait, no. What's your name?"

There was no response after that and I was left in shock. I instantly regret doing more than just giving him his bag back. He seems like a creep and a snoop. What's so wrong with his name? I don't get it. My phone buzzed and I searched frantically, only to be disappointed with his message, "You'll have to go to dinner with me to find out."

I rolled my eyes, "Fine."

I gave him my address and we agreed we'd be going to dinner tomorrow.

This should be interesting.