AN: This book might have some spoiler alerts for The Selection. And if you've never read it, leave. Like, now. It is by far one of my all-time FAVORITE books. Also, just wanted to say that The Yellow Note is leaving Wattpad soon (never fear my lovelies, it is being published in the real world!) but I recommend you read it before it's gone. It's one of THE BEST books I have EVER had the pleasure of reading. Anyways yeah, spoilers for The Selection by Kiera Cass in this book. Definitely recommend 10/10. Random question: What are you guys' favorite books?
I'm still hungover from last night when my phone goes off. Unknown number. I ignore it, choosing to read instead. The Selection. Normally I hate reading cheesy romance stories but I had some pocket cash and the reviews online were mostly positive, so I figured why not? Plus, I have this huge addiction to books set in a future that aren't dystopias. The world in the period of The Selection is so interesting, like how old history books were banned. I suppose the past was unsettling for some of the citizens, but I just find the entire idea behind the book intriguing.
Only time will tell when my headache will go away, it seems. Although after a big cup of coffee and I started reading a new book, it's starting to go away. Key word: starting.
My brain hurts before long, so I take a short reading break. It's not uncommon for me to take random breaks from reading, never lasting more than a few minutes. I have a reading addiction, I swear. Is that even a thing? I think so, because I definitely have one. I've secretly always wished for my happy ending to come, as cheesy as that sounds. In the books, they make it seem like everyone deserves their own happy ending. I wish that was true. If so, I'd have no Mason, and mom would still be alive. There would be no drama, and I could show mom that there is a world outside of her office. I wonder what she was doing the day of the...incident. Maybe she'd planned on having a nice, quiet day.
Perhaps she'd counted on not dying in a spontaneous, heart-wrenching way, being taken away from her precious work forever.
And worst of all, what if she helped the ones who drugged Mason, not knowing he'd flip out and end up hurting her-no, end up killing her?
Surely she didn't expect that I wouldn't catch her midnight phone calls to a blocked number. I remember once when I eavesdropped. I couldn't hear what the person on the other line was saying, but judging on mom's tone it was a heated argument. I'd heard her whisper-shout something about having the money by the end of the week. You may not know this, but whisper-shouting, or even raising her voice, are unusual for my mother. She'd have to be very stressed out, and a lot of coincidences would have to occur, for my mother to ever raise her voice. Basically, it never happened. So for me to overhear her doing exactly this was extremely shocking. To say the least.
I'm getting to a good part when my phone goes off, again. Same random number. I continue to ignore it. I read a few more chapters in my book before curiosity gets the best of me. I open the messages, carefully scanning them for any hidden threats.
I noticed you had a great time last night. Says the first.
I was at the masquerade ball myself, you see. Says the second. Okay, definitely odd and very creepy. But then I remember that hot bartender with the dazzling green eyes. Perhaps it's him? I did slip him my number before I left.
Hold on...is this the bartender? I respond carefully. The response comes instantly.
Drinking underage? The boss would LOVE to hear about this... Responds the mystery man. Or at least, I assume it's a man. For all I know, it could be some crazy Russian ex-spy out to get me for jaywalking.
I don't respond for a moment, and the Mystery Person (gender neutral) goes on.
You were right the first time, I am a male. I'm afraid to inform you that I am not Russian or an ex-spy, however.
Wait, how'd he know what I was thinking?
It was written on your face.
There he goes again! Get out of my head! All you'll find in there is a lot of weird crap that I have no explanation for whatsoever!!!
I send a text of my own. Okay, who are you and why are you stalking me?
Stalker: I've been watching your family for years now, ma chere.
Me: I see that you're French, not Russian. But I'm still thinking you're an ex-spy out to get me for something.
Stalker: Why would I be stalking you? You have been following our rules, correct?
Me: What rules would those be?
Stalker: Oh, I see. Mason never told you. Pity.
Me: I said, what rules would those be? I deserve to know at least that much.
Stalker: The Omega rules. That is all I can tell you.
Me: Fair enough, I can find out the rest on my own.
Stalker: Fair enough, I can save your search history and use it against you in front of the boss.
Me: What are you, some kind of cliche gang? That oh, let me guess, trafficks drugs to Mexico?
Stalker: You're thinking too small, ma chere. We would have no use for trafficking drugs TO Mexico. It's already one of the biggest drug capitals in the world. No, we traffic drugs up north, near the border. You'd be surprised how much Canadians would pay compared to the low prices found in Mexico for the same stuff.
Me: So basically, you're admitting to trafficking drugs to me, someone who has access to a local police station?
Stalker: How are you going to explain having a conversation with one of the biggest drug carriers in North America?
Me: I'll tell them the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth in a court of law if needed. They'll have no evidence against me otherwise.
Stalker: Ah, but go quickly. In exactly 2 minutes and 17 seconds this conversation will delete itself and every trace that could be found leading back to this conversation. A following minute later, this number will no longer exist. Good luck.
Me: You sneaky bastard. How are you doing things to my phone without access to my phone? I didn't even know that was possible!
Stalker: You have such a closed mind. With enough money and smart people surrounding you, nothing is impossible. To survive in this world, you must broaden your horizons.
I say nothing for a few seconds before another text comes in.
Stalker: Tick tock. Your time to glean much-sought after answers is winding down. 1 minute and 43 seconds remaining.
I type quickly. Why are you telling me all this? Should I expect armed men to come after me or something?
Stalker: Quite the opposite, ma chere. Mason was an old friend of mine. I want nothing more than to help you. Others don't have the same intentions. He answers cryptically. Well, shoot. Gotham was right after all.
Stalker: My people will find you. And when they do, they will be wearing various BLUE artifacts on their uniforms. If they are wearing anything else, get out immediately. But if you see that they are, in fact, wearing blue adornments, say nothing. Show no signs of fear and do exactly what they ask of you, no hesitation.
And finally, as I was getting even more confused and scared:
Stalker: I'm afraid your time for answers is up. I'll be seeing you very soon.
Okay, yup, now I'm creeped out. The only person I could turn to for answers is the very person I'm avoiding like the plague. I'll handle this one on my own. How bad could it be?
Very bad, as it turned out.
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I'll Be Fine
ChickLit🌹Previously called Life, Death, and Nerds🌹 🌹This is a book about Sophia Allen. Super dorky and loveable, she goes through high school with no less than A-'s, and is known as the school's biggest nerd. It doesn't help that she suffers from anxiety...
