The Voices and I

chapter three

"You're a cheat, plain and simple."

Three hours later and I was still in the same coffee shop, flipping bottles with a random boy I'd just met to see who would buy the other a hot chocolate. It's like the memories of the events that had happened earlier that day had vanished into thin air. Emma, Sam, the school, everything seemed to fade away and for that one moment in time I was so happy. My mouth was hurting from smiling so much.

"I refuse to buy it because you're a cheat."

"That is a lie! How could I have cheated?" he said but it was clear to me that he was lying through his teeth.

"Well, it doesn't matter the jokes on you anyway because I don't have any money on me."

His faced dropped and the expression was absolutely priceless! I burst out laughing and everyone looked at me like I had just run over their dog or something. After sulking about his loss for a couple of seconds he finally made his decision.

"Fine. I'll get it." He said before forcing himself out of his chair and stomping his way over to the counter. I watched him as he ordered our drinks, not that I was staring or anything, before I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I guess I had gotten a bit sidetracked because there were about twenty messages from my Mom and about forty miss-calls from my dad. I laughed out loud. I didn't think they'd care where I was but I did always have the best luck. I practically drowned in the sarcasm and irony of it.

"I'm back. I can tell you obviously missed me," he said as he placed my cup down on the table in front of me and for once I felt kind of sad; I didn't want to go back home.

"Hey, I've got to go."

His expression changed slightly and it was hard to tell what he might've been thinking about.

"Same, it's a tad late isn't it? But first..." He pulled out a pen from his pocket,"Pull up your sleeve."

He went ahead and began to write his number on my arm and then I realized something. I still didn't know this guy's name.

"Are you planning on telling me your name any time soon?"

He continued to write.

"Isn't it polite to introduce yourself first before you ask for someone else's name?" he interjected. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine! I'm Ivy, Ivy Anderson, and what might your name be?" and I could feel the sarcasm practically oozing out.

"And to answer your question I'm nobody special."

He still continued to write on my arm and people walking by our table gave us peculiar looks. I assumed he was giving me his number but after a couple minutes, I began to wonder what was taking him so long. When he finally let go I saw that above where he wrote his number he drew a sort of flower pattern and it looked like ivy.

He looked up at me and smiled, tucked his sketchbook under his right arm before speaking.

"Well, I'll see you later Ivy. Ivy Anderson." was the last thing he said before he ran off into the night.

I still didn't know what the guy's name was but I guess it didn't matter, he was nobody special.

Okay, maybe that was a lie.

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When I got home I was presented with the surprise of my parents actually being angry at me. What was more surprising though was that I actually didn't care.

"Ivy, why didn't you answer your phone! What's the point of having it if you don't pick up?" she ranted, mostly to herself.

"Ivy anything could've happened to you." My dad tried.