Textmate

I was scrolling through my phone when an unidentified cellphone number appeared.  I immediately opened it.

"Hi, can you be my txtmate?" Seriously? In this world, there are still people like this? I ignored it and went to sleep. The next morning, I was surprised that I received 50 text messages. As I opened it, it was from the same number who wanted to be my Textmate. I got irritated.

"You son a b. Please stop texting me. I don't want to be your textmate." I replied

"Oh! Easy. I just want to be your friend. Is there something wrong with that?"

"I have a lot of friends, I don't need someone like you."

"Please!100x" he sent it like 20 times.

"Okay.. Okay. Enough!" I replied. For a second, I thought, why not? Maybe he is the solution to my wounded heart. Since it's already a week since Albert dumped me like garbage on our anniversary. I still feel the pain that he had caused. Maybe, all I need was a diversion. Maybe, he could help me.

"I'm Tony. And you are?" He texted.

"Pricly Ash." I replied. After a while, I found myself engrossed in his texts.

Him: You have a very nice name.

Me: Where did you get my number?

Him: From a friend of mine.

Me: And who is that friend of yours?

Him: As of now, let's not mention him.

Me: Why? Do I know him?

Him: Let's just say yes, but I don't think you still remember him.

Me: Why?

Him: Why do you keep on asking me why?

Me: Nothing. I just want to know. Is there any problem with that?

Him: Nothing. So, what's your story?

Me: What do you mean?

Him: I mean, can you tell me about yourself?

Me: You don't know me?

Him: Obviously, yes! Because if I know you, I should not be asking right now.

Me: I'm 16 years old. U?

Him: 17. Do you have a boyfriend?

Me. We broke up last week. Why did you ask?

Him: Because I'm looking for a girlfriend. If you're willing, we can work together.

Me: Are you serious?

This guy was so fast and there's no way that I'll be having a boyfriend/TextMate. That's just so lame. What if we'll meet and then, I did not like the way he walked the way he talked, his attitude, and even his appearance? What if he's a gangster? What if he's a drug addict? What if he's a dirty old man pretending to be a teenager so that he can hook up with a girl? I have so many what-ifs.

Him: Yes, of course!

Me: I haven't seen you yet and you haven't seen me.

Him: Then, we'll meet. In love, it's the feeling that matters most. We loved, not because of what we see, but because we felt something different.

Me: No way!

Him: Why? well, I'm not forcing you. Maybe you need some time to know me. We need to know one another.

This is unbelievable. I think this guy knew me well and pretended to be someone else. Maybe he's Albert, pretending to be Tony because he wanted to make up with me. I guessed I haven't moved on yet.

Me: I guess.

Him: Can I call you?

Me: No, the speaker of my phone is broken. There's no way I'll be able to hear you.

Just as I pressed the send button, his number appeared on my screen. Oh crap.  I wanted to run and at the same time, hide as if he was actually there. Why am I so hysterical? It's just a call and besides, I have nothing to hide and fear. I did not have a debt or something. My hand seemed to have a mind of its own when my thumb suddenly pressed the "ACCEPT" button.

"Hello?" he said. His voice was so manly.

"Yes! Are you Tony?" I said, biting my tongue. I've been in this situation before but now, seemed like I did not know what to do.

"I thought your speaker was broken. Why do I still hear you?" He teased. Are we close? Didn't you get it? I lied because I don't trust people whom I just met on the phone.

"Yes! I got your number from a friend of mine whom you have met in the contest in Green Valley." He added to me very politely. The tone of his voice was calm but at the same time, it has authority.

"Yes, I've been to Green Valley but I can't remember that I gave my phone number to someone," I said as I tried to recall the friend that he has been talking about. Maybe it was Scent? Or maybe it was Anna? But I could not recall that I gave those girls my contact number and he said that he got my number from a man. I'm confused now.

"What was his name?" I asked.

"Well, let's not deal about it as of now." He said. His voice sounded so familiar that I think I talked to him once. Who was this guy?