Phone Calls

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*1 month later*

I wake up from my slumber to Demons by Imagine Dragons. Wiping the crust from my eyes, I read my alarm clock. 2:43am. Who the f*ck could be calling me at 2 in the f*cking morning? I pick up my iPhone from my nightstand. Unknown Caller. It's probably just some drunk guy prank calling me. I silence it, and wrap the silky duvet around my body.

Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my de-

I groan, answering the damn phone. "What the f*ck do you f*cking want at 2 in the f*cking morning?!" I whisper-yell. Okay, I blame the excessive amount of cursing on my tiredness. Plus, I am trying to get the point across that I am not happy. Heavy breathing can be heard on the other end, reminding me of the strange call I received last month. Connecting the dots, I utter, "You again." Before I can question him, the call cuts short and I'm left bewildered by the suspicious phone calls.

***

After last night's events, I couldn't sleep anymore. I am too paranoid, even though it could be a mere coincidence. Probably just some prank call. So with 4 hours of sleep, I get up, and hop in the shower. Of course, I do the normal things to get ready like, wash my face, brush my teeth, and check my iPhone. No new calls. Phew. I let out an internal sigh of relief. I dry my hair and do a side fishtail braid. Today, I decide to wear a matching outfit. I pull on a burgundy sweatshirt, grey leggings that match the sleeves of the sweatshirt, and burgundy vans. To top it off, I swipe on some burgundy lipstick, and put on a layer of mascara.

After a 5 minute drive, I arrive at Beacon Hills High School (A/N- yes, like Teen Wolf😊). I sigh, wishing I didn't have to come to this hellhole, authorities call school.

"Hey Alexa." I mumble in between yawns, approaching the 5'3" brunette.

Alexa Kingsley is my best friend of 4 years. She's extremely beautiful, she has has hazel eyes that often appear green. Her wavy, brown hair cascades down to the middle of her back. She shows off her curves, modestly, in a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans, and an old All Time Low t-shirt. She's got a great personality, she's weird with a mixture of cool, and a pinch of pervertedness. Actually, a handful of pervertedness. We're best friends, even though we may seem like lesbian lovers. She knows all my secrets, but there is one I have yet to tell.

"Not enough beauty sleep?" She questions teasingly.

"Oh, just couldn't sleep." I put on my best fake smile.

"Erin, I'm your best friend. Don't you think I'd know when something is up? What's bothering you?" She asks, making my best fake smile not good enough.

"Well, there's this-" the first bell rings, cutting me off.

"I'll tell you later." I close my locker and walk to first period. History.

***

Gossip, laughter, and secrets resound off the walls of the cafeteria, as I walk through the doors. I meet up with Alexa in the lunch line and grab a tray.

"Ok, spill it." She says. I slide my tray down, trying to think of a way to tell her.

"So...I've been receiving...calls." I utter, my face cringing when I was served sloppy joe.

"What do you mean...calls?" She says "calls" in a creepy voice, squinting her eyes, being over-dramatic.

"I'm serious," I give her a straight face. "Remember last month, at the mall, I got a call and I just said it was nobody?" She nodded. "Well last night I received a similar one." We sit down at our lunch table as I push my tray away, not wanting to put that garbage in my body. I swear something in the meat moved. Just as I was about to continue, my phone rings. I answer it thinking it's my mom since I took her car this morning. But, to my dismay, the creepy voice that's been causing me nightmares, makes its way to my ear.

"Go ahead, tell her. See what happens..." The call ended, and since she can't find out, I just laugh and tell her they were prank calls.

How did he know I was gonna tell her? Is he here?

***

The rest of my classes flew by, but it was hard to focus. All I could think about were different scenarios of what could go wrong.

Would he hurt my friends?
Would he threaten my mom?
What does he want?
Is he some kind of stalker?
Is he cute?

Scratch that last one, I don't care. Yes you do, my subconscious tells me. I mentally facepalm. The final bell rings, bringing me out of my thoughts. I grab my books and rush out of the classroom.

At my locker, I gather my things and head out of school, eager to leave. I take my mom's car keys out of my pocket, just as my crush walks by. Luke the quarterback. I couldn't help but stare for 2 seconds. His soft brown curls bounce up and down as he walks towards his motorcycle. He had a pair of shades on his head and his hands in his pocket. Just wearing sweatpants and a black tee. He looked hot. His shirt was tight against his torso, defining every muscle and ab. I brought my attention back to the keys that fell next to the front tire. They probably slipped from my hand when I was busy daydreaming about how he would propose to me. But as I bend over, I hit my forehead on the side-view mirror.

"Ow." I grumble, immediately getting a headache. I pick the keys up, and as I rise, I hit the back of my head on the mirror. Again. Then, the unexpected happened. Luke freaking Michelson comes to my rescue.

"Hey, are you okay?" He says, with a look of concern on his face. I am now. I look into his greenish-blue eyes, and nod, since my mouth seems to stop working when he's around.

"Would you like some Advil? I've got some in my bag." He unzips the small pocket of his book bag, and pulls out a small bag of pills. I wonder if he does drugs. I hope not.

"Are you trying to give me drugs or something?" I glare at him playfully. I was never one to get shy around my crush, well I do, I just don't stutter or anything like that. I can play it off "cool".

"Drugs are for fools." He mumbles, his tone getting serious at the mention of drugs. Before I can ask, he shakes it off, and passes me an Advil and a water bottle. I pop the pill in with some water, and swallow.

"Thanks." I thank him for the pill, but mostly for his very existence; but he didn't have to know that.

"No problem...Erin, right?" I smile and nod, trying to hide my ear-to-ear smile.

"Luke, right?" I mock him.

"Yeah. Alright, I'll see you around, Erin." He turns around, but looks back over his shoulder, and winks. I lean back against my car, dazed. He puts on his helmet and starts the motor. As he zooms by, he lifts his front tire off the ground, doing a wheelie. Show off.

When I finally get into the car, my phone rings. This time, I check the caller ID, and it reads Unknown. I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, contemplating whether I should pick up or not. I open my eyes and answer.

"I swear if you call me one more time..." I tried to think of a threat, but he spoke up.

"Don't talk to him." I pause in shock.

"Where are you? Stop stalking me!" I raise my voice a little, looking outside, trying to find anything suspicious.

"Why can't I talk to Luke? He's a nice guy, and frankly he isn't stalking me." There was just silence. "I'm talking to him, and there's nothing you can do about it." I say firmly and hang up. Let's just hope he doesn't act impulsively.