The Blue Jay

Chapter One: 60 year old pervs

Italic- Mia

Bold- Unknown

I was laying on my bed, my music blasting through my speaker- not bothering anyone as I was home alone. I sprawled myself out comfortably, laying on my stomach with my chin resting in my hand. The other holding a pencil as I wrote down on my math homework. I was facing the end of my bed, my feet up in the air as I swung them around carelessly to the beat of my music.

My phone sat right next to my binder, lighting up with a buzz. I raise an eyebrow, everyone knows I do my homework at this time and never to text me while I do or else I'd become extremely distracted and never get it done.

I try my best to ignore it, but curiosity takes over and I grab my phone, wanting to know who had a death wish for distracting me. My eyebrows furrow as I read an unrecognizable number.

Hey.. how are you..?

I'm sorry, who is this?

Oh.. is this not Mia?

By now, I was confused. I didn't have their number, but they had mine.

No, this is her.. but who are you?

You must have deleted my number then.

I don't think so. I never delete anyone's number, so if this is some creepy 60 year old perv, I will block you.

Haha, still got the same funny humor as I remember.

Listen buddy, if you don't back off soon, I'll show you what humor really is with my fist.

You always were a violent one, Mia.

The stranger's comment made me laugh a bit with confusion. I need to figure out who this person is.

Alright, fine since you know me, who are you? What's your name?

I bite my lip, waiting anxiously for a reply. My phone buzzed after a minute and I immediately read the text.

I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

I frowned at his response.

Well why not? Oh shit, are you really the 60 year old perv?

God no Mia, get your head out of the gutter. I just don't think you'd want to talk to me after you found out who I am.

Why would I stop talking to you?

Well, you don't particularly like me.

I dislike everyone, that really doesn't help me.

Fine, you dislike me more than others.

Still doesn't help me, are you a boy or girl?

Boy.

I'm going to figure out who you are.

Good luck with that.

I didn't respond after that. My head was swarming with possibilities of who it could be. He said I hated them, or at least disliked them.

Could it be Randy Fox? He put a fish in my locker as a prank last year and I've hated him ever since.

Or what about Brian, he wouldn't stop pestering me about going on a date with him so I kicked him in the balls?

Or maybe Cameron? That boy was stupidly annoying and it pissed me off. He's always talking about how many chicks he's been banging. News flash Cameron, no one cares.

I didn't realize I had gotten up from my bed in my middle of my thinking until I accidentally banged my foot against the leg of my nightstand. Swearing incoherent words under my breath, I grabbed my toe.

After knowing I was fine, I plopped myself back onto my bed, face first into my pillow. I groaned out in annoyance as I began to wonder who the guy texting me was. I looked up from my pillow for a breath of air, glancing at my math homework. I groaned again, knowing I would struggle to focus on it and all the other homework I had. I sighed, sucking it up and going back to try and do my homework.

Let's just say I didn't get a lot done that night.

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