*Unknown's pov*
I turned the steering wheel twice, pulling into the Starbucks parking lot, I hadn't been here since the night I met him. I parked two cars away from Isaac's and twisted the key, turning off the ignition. I opened the door and got out, I pushed the guilt to the back of my mind as I saw him sitting inside, through the windows with festive starbucks stickers and promotions plastered as marketing trash. I would make this work, no one would ever know if I am careful. I pushed open the door, ringing the little bell attached to the top of the door, he saw me right as the bell chimed and he smiled his perfect teeth shining. I grinned, this boy is such a pain in the ass but he is fly as all hell. He has his damn fresh fade and his perfect smile, such a fuckboy, he's basically the guy version of me. I slid in the seat across from him.
"Hey Jenny."
*Jenny's pov*
"Hey Isaac."
Holy hell girl you got yourself into some deep ship <----*shit that typo tho. 😂😂 I'm getting scared for her writing this
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One Contact
Short StoryShe finds a phone on the sidewalk. There is no trace of someone ever owning it, except one single contact, 'Unknown'. When she texts the number someone replies.
