Dawn

Chapter 12

Dawn Pov.

We arrived at the airport around noon, my mom wanted to get there early.

"Alright, You have the keys. There's emergency money on the counter and you have my phone number. You should be good for a week." Mama said grabbing her luggage.

"Why can't I go with you?"

"You have school and you're not missing any days."

"Flight 27, please board the plane." The intercom stated.

"Alright, let's go." Ray rushed.

"Call me when you get there." She nodded and walked away with Ray leaving me by myself.

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"Does that hurt?" I asked while rubbing the bag of ice on Chris' ankle.

We were currently in my room watching Moana, he came over and I happen to notice that he was limping.

"No." My phone buzzed indicating someone texted me.

I grabbed my phone and seen it was an unknown number.

Unknown#: hey beautiful❤

Me: Thank you😊...

"Who texted you?" Chris asked. I shrugged and showed him the text message.

"Why would you respond?"

"If someone gives you a compliment, you're suppose to say thank you."

"Do you know who that is?" He asked.

"No."

"Have you given anyone your number recently?" I shook my head no and sat my phone down.

"You sure?"

"I'm sure. Maybe it's just a number I forgot to put in my contacts list when I got this phone."

He grabbed my phone and typed away.

Me: new phone, who this?

Unknown#: Babe, stop playin what time I'm comin over?😂

"Dawn what's this?"

"I don't know who that is." I responded. That's when he started to go through my phone which irritated me.

I don't have anything worth hiding but it makes me feel like I'm being confiscated, like I actually did something wrong.

"You ain't got no pictures of him in yo phone?" He asked.

"I don't know who he is. It could be a she." He shook his head and put my phone back where it was.

"You need to find out who it is."

"How?"

"I don't know, text him." He said before getting up.

"I thought you was gonna watch Moana with me?"

"I gotta go do something."

"Okay, give me a hug before you go." I said but he declined by moving my arm.

"Why are you so upset? I told you I don't know who that person was."

"I'm not. But I have to go though." He went through my window causing the cold air to enter my room.

"Well, I'll text you later." I called and closed my window.

If he says he's not upset then he probably isn't, I'm known for overreacting or overthinking things.