Pretty Green Eyes

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3:

"Hey pretty green eyes." the guy says but his voice is robotic, probably from a app he was using to keep his voice a secret.

"Why are you calling me?" I ask him.

"You looked bored at your lunch table. What better to do then to call you anonymously?" Mr. Anonymous says.

"Can't you just keep it to texting?" I ask.

"Oh, so you want to text me now? How sweet." He chuckles.

"Can you just answer something for me?" I ask crossing my fingers.

"Shoot, princess." He says.

"Do I know you? Like have I talked to you forreal? Not over text or call, face to face." I say quickly.

"Yes, we have. That's all I'm going to say." Mr. Anonymous says before hanging up.

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After last period, I find Mac leaning against the wall outside my class as I make my way to detention.

"Will you tell Mom I won't be showing up for dinner?" I ask Mac as he walks with me.

"Yeah, I will. Have fun in detention. Trouble maker." Mac smiles before he pushes me into the room.

"Wow, look who showed up. Goody two shoes, Lindsay Waters." Britney Calloway says as I walk into the room.

"Who asked you to talk? I didn't hear anyone ask for a whore to talk...oops." I smile at her as I sit down.

Britney Calloway was the exact definition of a bitch. No,not the one about a female dog. Go on to urban dictionary and you'll see what I'm talking about.

"You know what, bitch." Britney starts to stand up right as Tatum walks into the room looking utterly confused.

"What's going on?" Tatum asks as he sits in an empty desk next to me.

"She's trying to pick a fight with me. It's hilarious. She's like what 4'11, maybe 5'2." I laugh as she sits back down.

Tatum rolls his eyes, before folding his arms on his desk and putting his head down.

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"Tatum!" I yell into his ear as his head shoots up to bang against my forehead and nose.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry!" Tatum says poking my nose.

"That hurts." I laugh..

"Come on, I've got a killer first aid box at home." Tatum says sliding out of his seat.

"Didn't you ride the bus this morning?" I ask.

"Oh wow, yeah.. I guess we will have to walk back to my house if that's okay?" Tatum smiles.

"It can't be that far away." I smile as we begin walking.

I underestimated myself. After what felt like hours we finally reach a small light blue house, with black shutters and a grey door.

"This is your house? Please tell me it is. My legs are about to give out." I say my laughter shaking.

"Yes, this is me casa. Welcome!" Tatum says as we walk inside.

"Are your parents home?" I ask.

"Woah, girl.. I didn't know we were that close." Tatum jokes.

"You're so embarrassing." I say putting my hands on my face.