The Chance

The Number

After a minute or two I decided I was going to have to get up and leave. I coudn't just sit there, it was too embarassing. I sighed and collected my things together. I guess I better have try to find Natasha, I hoped Jordan had been able to reach her in time, before she did anything to harm herself or got too upset. I pushed myself up from the wall and stood up. Although I tried to keep up a strong appearance as I began to walk around the table, I kept my head down and my eyes to the floor to avoid an awkward eye contact. I was just heading off when I heard a quiet voice behind me, restrained but determined;

"Wait"

I turned around in astonishment. It was Perri. He was talking to me.

"Yes?" I asked, nervous and on the edge in case he was about to have a go at me. I woudn't be able to stand it if he did, I was on the verge of breaking down as it was.

"You forgot your programme" He held out his hand holding my shiny programme that suddenly didn't mean as much to me as it did before. He also kept his head down and his eyes averted. He looked kind of awkward.

"Oh" I said, trying not to sound dissapointed. "Thanks"

I reached out and took out of his hand before turning around and walking steadily to the doors. Just as I was passing through the silver doors I noticed a piece of paper sticking out the top. I creased my eyes in confusion and opened the programme. Out fell a piece of white paper that had obviously been ripped of a larger piece in a rush. On it was writing...numbers...11 to be exact. I gasped. He didn't...

Thats when I noticed an extra couple of words atatched to the end of his signature.

'Call Me'

He did.