One in a Million

Who's This?!

I sat on my bed trying to think things through. I didn't understand how this happened, but then again I probably wouldn't when I live under a rock. 

So the parents of this so-called baby that my Dad is "going" to adopt, which to be honest I don't see happening because it's not like you can walk up and take the child, I mean you can, but that's considered kidnapping. He's not the kind of man that finishes what he started. Adoption is a long, long process. That I know for sure. But how in the hell did he end up by her bedside before she died? What the hell was she thinking for asking so much in a man that she did not see fit to marry in the first place? Weren't there other family members that were a better fit for the job? And how the hell did they die again?... Oh, that's right, car accident. They could have been driving on the road when her water broke and then husband got nervous and lost control of the wheel and badly crashed. But! How the hell did he know they got into this accident and why did she call him?... Did she even!? All of this thinking was a giving me a headache. It seemed like bullsh*t to me. 

My dog jumped on my bed and whined. It felt like forever since I seen her. I pulled her to my side and rubbed behind her ear. That was her favorite spot. "Can you believe this lunatic? He said that he was going to adopt the child of my now really dead mother" I told her as if she really understood what I was talking about.

Later that evening-

I did my usual routine before I locked myself away in my room. When I finished I walked into my closet to tried to pick out something decent to wear for tomorrow. All of my clothes were either out of dress code, worn out, or too small. Remembering the money my Dad gave me I pulled it out and counted it,  two hundred and twenty-five dollars. It was probably everything that was in his wallet. I had more than plenty to get the few things that I wanted. I planned on going Saturday morning, but it was only Monday and things could change between then.

I crawled underneath my covers and tried to fall asleep. A few minutes I heard my phone vibrate. What the hell? Who could that f*cking be? I don't remember giving anyone my number. I don't even remember my own number! I thought as I searched for it. I finally found it and turned it off, but being too curious in who texted me I turned it back on. They probably got the wrong number. I told myself.

Unknown: Hey who's this?

I contemplated on whether I should reply or not. I mean I had nothing better to do, but sleep.

Me: What the hell do you mean who's this?! You are the one that texted me! 

Unknown: Wow chill!

Me: Don't tell me to chill. You're the one who texted me in the first place! It's late for crying out loud! A girl needs her sleep.

Unknown: And you're the one texting back, Adeline

When I read the message I right about died. I jumped from my bed and automatically looked around and out my window. My heart was racing.

Me: What makes you think I'm Adeline?

Unknown: Well because I got your number from my Mom's files. I needed to know it was you and not your parents. By the way, you responded I just knew it was you. 

I knew it was Aidan texting me now. I didn't know if I should be mad, happy, or worried about it, but I decided to make it seem as if I was mad. 

Me: What the hell Aidan? I'm trying to sleep here.

Me: What makes you think that you can text me?!

Unknown: Because we are in America and the last time I checked we as citizens have rights you know...freedoms such as the freedom of speech and I plan on taking advantage of it

Me: Well take "advantage" of it with someone else because I'm not up for it! Anyway if you're going to try to pull that card with me you're still wrong. I have rights to PRIVACY!

Unknown: Okay okay don't be so feisty

Me: What do you want anyway?

Unknown: Nothing really

Me: Then why the hell did you text me for?

Unknown: So you know that I have your number and there is no way that you can avoid me

Me: I can block this number

Unknown: I realized, but you're not

Me: What makes you so sure?

Unknown: You know for a girl who's tired you sure ask a lot of questions

Me:...For a boy that I just met today, you seem to act a bit too strange

Unknown: What can I say? You gained my interest

Me: I what? 

Unknown: I should probably let you go to sleep. Good night Adeline see you tomorrow

Me: Oh okay then see you tomorrow

I send my last message to Aidan and re-read our conversation over and over again. To think that he went sneaking into his mother's files to find my number was something else. Any other guy, any normal guy would just ask the god damn girl, but that was the thing he wasn't like everybody else. He was different, a good different and the little strange, but sweet things he did for me were things that I would cherish privately. I wasn't at all mad at him for doing that, for invading my privacy because I knew a little dirty work doesn't hurt anybody, that's called life. I left my phone on just in case and held it tight in my hands. I smiled and my heart fluttered thinking about seeing him in the morning. 

For the first time, I was actually looking forward to going to school. Looking forward to having to deal with the annoying teachers who think they are smarter than everybody else, the fakers, the blinded "lovers", the sour and discriminating looks that glare with red eyes in the darkness of the darkest nights, and of course, Estelle because he was going to be there. He was going to make everything seem as if it's not there. I didn't know why I felt so sure in this considering I practically knew nothing about him. I couldn't explain it it wasn't something that I knew for sure and it wasn't completely something that I felt either. My first day back to school was bizarre. It turns out that I knew nothing about my own life, about myself.

The moon shined through my window and the curtains danced in the air as the wind gently blew through. I suddenly felt at peace. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep. 

A/N~ Hey!!! Thanks so so much for sticking around and reading my story! I really appreciate it! I have a couple twists up my sleeve so don't go anywhere just yet. Don't be shy and comment on some of the things that you like. ^3^

P.S. I apologize for the grammar, punctuation, and spelling mistakes. I try my best to avoid them, but things happen...u know?