Just The Girl

Chapter Two

~Chapter Two~

Have I met him before?

He seems familiar, but I'm sure I haven't met him before. I don't really tend to forget faces that easily, but there's just something about his mischievous blue eyes or his dark tousled hair that seems so familiar.

Nah, I don't know him. I probably just met someone who looks like him before.

Anyway, I won't have to put up with that conceited guy today. Thankfully, he doesn't go to my school, but then again, I'm not sure he's still in high school. He sure looks to be about my age, though.

"Ria." I blink when I hear someone calling me. I shake my head, trying to keep my thoughts about him at bay, and instead focus on the two people looking unimpressed at me.

Lana has her left eyebrow raised--her signature move other than smirking. My other best friend, Gabriela, is frowning and has her brown eyes narrowed at me.

I bite my lip and ask, hopefully with an innocent expression, "What were we talking about?"

"We," Lana says as she points to Gabriela and herself, "were talking about the new student while you were daydreaming."

"I wasn't daydreaming," I say at once. I was wondering who he is, I want to tell them, but it's probably not a good idea. It would just make them ask many questions that I can't answer.

You know, questions like how old is he? Where does he live? What does he like to do? Is he a jock? What's his name?

Yes, I obviously can't answer that last question. He won't give me his name. Is he that paranoid, or does he just want to annoy me? Besides, I look harmless.

Something interrupts my thoughts again, but this time it isn't a voice. Instead, a loud ring comes from the pocket of my skirt. I fish out my phone, and sure enough, someone's calling.

I don't look at the caller ID. I just accept the phone call, bring it near to my ear, and say, "Hello. This is-"

"Victoria, I know." I may have only talked to him last night, but I know it's him. Not because I recognized his voice, but because he's the only one who insists calling me Victoria.

I know I should hang up, but my curiosity doesn't allow me to. Instead, I say, "Don't you have something better to do than harass me?"

He doesn't respond at once, but maybe it's because I don't let him. "Don't answer that. Just answer this: how in the world did you manage to get my phone number?"

He chuckles and says, "Don't you remember our last conversation? I told you I have my sources."

To be honest, I do remember, I just don't believe him, but now I guess I do. I mean, my name is easy to get if you know the right people, but my phone number?

Almost impossible if I don't know you.

"I just wanted to tell you that your bag matches your uniform, " he says, and I can picture him wink. I just roll my eyes at his words, not bothering to think whether or not he he's really complimenting me.

Besides, he can't see me. He's talking to me over the phone. Of course I have a bag. Almost all girls do, and I'm one of the people who always has a bag with her. Besides, there's no way he's actually here in my school. It's impossible to get in here if you're not a student, parent, or teacher. The security is super tight.

"Don't believe me?" He says when I don't say a thing, "Navy blue suits you, and by the way, your diamond earrings are catching the light."

I stand up and ignore my friends' questioning looks as I look at the people within a 10-meter distance from me. I can't see any sign of him, but he must be around here somewhere. Near me, I presume. You can't find out what my earrings are if you aren't near me, so he should be here.