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Chapter Two: "Did You Text Me?"

I wake up to the sound of birds and stretch out my arms. I see my phone and open my camera to see my makeup still fresh, my hair in light waves. Okay maybe that didn't happen. My alarm blares in my ears, startling me to fly from my bed on to the ground. I cultch my hand, that punched my side table. I drop my head onto the floor. Bring it on life. I stand up and go to the bathroom. I stumble and turn on the lights that make me want to retreat back into my cocoon of blankets.

"Ew," I smooth out my hair that looks like a bat used to sleep in. I jump into the shower letting the warm water cover my body, slightly waking me up. I come out 10 minutes later and reach for a towel. My hand smacks the wall, I peek out and see my brother with an armful of towels.

"Dude! I need those," I call out, hiding behind the shower curtain.

"Oh really?" he pouts, "I also needed a date, but somehow that didn't work out." he glared.

"Wha-oh," I laugh, "I ain't mad," I rip off the shower curtain and wrap it around my body.

"You're a perv and I hope you slip on a banana," I smirk at him and shut my bedroom door.

I change quickly into a striped sweater and black tights with jean shorts over them. I reach for my makeup and put on light concealer and curl my eyelashes. I shove the clutter homework I did last night into my back along with my phone and earbuds. I pull my wet hair up into a ponytail and throw a cap on over it. I grab the curtain and place it back into the bathroom. I did not think this through, now we don't have a functioning curtain. Oops. I hear the jeep honk signally me to get in the car. I run down stairs and grab a granola bar and head out. I see my brother run his hands through his hair and he glares at me.

"Hurry up, nerd," he starts the car.

"Can't I drive?" I ask getting in the passenger's seat.

"We've been over this," He backs out, "This is my car, and I don't want an idiot all over my baby."

"Rude, plus this is not your car. Mom and dad bought it for both of us." I huff.

"Tough," he smirks at me.

We ride all the way to school in silence.

~

"Well what about him?" Macy points out a guy with blonde hair.

"No he has gages, those scare me," Chris shakes his head.

We have this unspoken tradition of trying to find the hottest looking guy while walking back to my house. I would have Ethan drive me but every other day he has practice, so I walk back home with Macy and Chris.

"What about him?" he asks looking over at my brother. Macy's face goes bright red.

"Shut up, he's off limits." she mumbles.

"Gross," I gag.

"What? He's way hot," Chris smirks.

Macy smacks his arm, "If he was on limits, he'd already be mine."

"Stop, I think my ears are bleeding!"

They all laugh thinking that I was kidding. We part ways and go home.

I walk down the middle of the street and feel like a rebel doing so. I hear my phone go off:

"You should wear shorts more often, they fit you well darling. ~P"

I stop dead in my tracks and look around. My breathing becomes fast and deep. I shake my head. It's probably Chris being pervy again. I shove my phone back into my pocket, but couldn't shake to feeling of being watched.

When I reach my house I sprint up the lawn and race through the front door and slam it. My breathing calms when I get inside.

I decide to text the number back, hoping it's just one of my friends playing a prank on me.

"Who is this? I swear if this is Chris, I will beat you."

After receiving no text, I shrug it off, figuring that I found out. There is still this aching feeling that someone is watching me.

"Did that pitbull chase you again?" Ethan asked breaking me from my trance.

"What-err-no," I push off from the door and walk past him, "I'm fine."

"Okay.....," he says with disbelief in his voice.

I walk to my bedroom to see my curtain and window wide open. From my bedroom I can see the spot in the street where I was standing.

"Ethan!" I call out, keeping my eyes on the road.

"What?" He groans.

"Did you text me?"

"Wha-no. Why would I waste my time texting you?" he scoffs.

"Okay," I mumble under my breath.

I quickly shut my window making sure it's locked and close my curtains.

I laugh to myself, "You're just paranoid, women up," I shake my shoulders.

I sit at my desk and open my laptop. I select my music and blast 60s music.

"Can you not play your old fart music so loud?" Ethan calls from the hallway. I smirk and crank my music up.

"I hate you!" I hear a child, named Ethan, faintly call out over the loud music.