Munchkin

•Sixty Five•

"I just wanna know how the fuck you got my number and why you still think you can text me and I won't do anything!" I say through gritted teeth.

The person laughs, that annoying and raspy one. "Honey, when you treat your friends the way you do, it's easy to ask them for small things like a number."

My eyes widen. "You talk to my frien–" they hang up, leaving me lost forever. I wipe my cheeks and stood from the floor, where I've basically bawled my eyes out the past two periods.

It's now 3:15 meaning that it's time to go home. Jace and Connor are still upset with me. But everything I said was out of anger, I didn't mean a thing.

I spot Jace and walk over to him. I tap his shoulder and he looks down at me. "Jace, I'm sorry." I whisper.

He hugs me. "I know you are. You're just overwhelmed with everything going on and that's okay. It's all gonna be okay but you just have to learn to.." I look up at him with furrowed brows. "...control your temper."

I nod, knowing he was right. I was letting everything that's been going on get to my head and pushing away the people that love me because of it all and they didn't deserve such harsh treatment. "You're right, and I'm sorry."

He smiles and kisses my forehead. "It's okay." We both walk out and get into his car. "You want me to drop you home or get lunch first?" He asks, driving out of the school gates.

"Um, we can get lunch but I really need to talk to Connor, too." I fiddle with my fingers and look out the window, tapping repeatedly against the glass. "Um...uh, can you take me for my driver's test tomorrow?"

"Sure. But what's wrong?" He asks as he turns into the McDonald's drive thru.

"N-nothing," I lie. The caller is the only thing on my mind. My pace on the window quickens and I groan and pull out my phone from my bag and turn it off before turning to Jace. "The caller. They got my number again."

"But you blocked them."

"Yes, but they got a new number obviously and are back to contacting me. They were there during our conversation in the class too–"

"The room was empty–"

"We all thought it was. It wasn't." I look through my bag and pull out my notebook and a pen, beginning to draw a diagram on a blank page. "I say, whoever is texting me is obviously friends with Mia."

"You're gonna blame he–"

"Welcome to McDonald's, how may I help you?" The lady's voice booms through the speakers.

"Yes, can I get three packs of twenty peice chicken nuggets and three large fries?" Jace says through the microphone. We then pull up into the line. "Why are you now putting the blame on her? It better not be to spite her–"

"It's not. Mia and I had an argument. She might hate me for it–"

"Kayla, she's your best friend. She wouldn't–"

"She could because people change, Jace. She doesn't like me and she could use that as a reason to–"

"Your change is $1.49." The lady at the window smiles, handing Jace the food. He hands it to me and collects the change before driving onto the main road.

I dig through the bag. "She could use that as a reason to make me suffer or something. Fuck." I groan.

"What?"

"They forgot the barbeque." I whine.

Jace chuckles before going serious again. "But that doesn't make sense. The texts began before we even started hanging out."