Looking For You

Chapter 3 - Decisive

Chapter 3 - Decisive

“What a day.”

The door to my dorm room swings right open, hitting the door stopper forcefully, not meaning to barge in like this. Tibby follows behind me, throwing her bag onto her bed, which is situated towards the end of the small dormitory. I sit down on the bed across from Tibby’s — mine — and rub my hands on my tired eyes.

“Tired?” Tibby asks getting out her phone from her bag and laying her back down onto the mattress. I nod and do the same; only getting out my laptop from my bag instead of my phone.

I start to scroll through my daily news feed on Facebook and see the usual posts and profile picture changes people update me with. I like every one of them, trying to give them one bit of happiness to their pictures of themselves. I see that I have no notifications, so I hover over the log out button. But before I click log out, a friend request stops me.

Curiosity flows through me to see who has asked to become friends with me on Facebook. It’s rare that I get a friend request, so I’m eager to see. And as I do so, my eyes widen and I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling.

It’s Christian Parker who’s asked for a request. I turn my head to Tibby where she’s engrossed in whatever she’s looking at on her phone, and I go back to clicking on Christian’s profile page and… maybe stalk him.

His page pops up, but no general information is provided. Things like past elementary, middle and high schools are on the side for many people, but nothing is shown. No photos have been posted, except his profile picture, which is of him standing in what looks like a lounge room wearing a tuxedo with a white bow tie. His hair is styled differently; the front is gelled up into a small quiff and the rest of his hair is spiked up. He displays a small smirk on his face, his eyes giving me chills that run down my spine.

“Who’s that?” Tibby snaps me out of my descriptions and I flick my head towards her where she is scrambling off her bed and crawling over to me. 

“Oh, it’s just a guy wanting to be friends with me on Facebook.” I say like it’s no big deal. Tibby has a closer look at Christian’s page, eyes narrowing down like she’s inspecting a small cell. She just shakes her head and waves her hand in front of me.

“Never heard of him in my life. Delete his request.” Tibby’s voice is convincing, but demanding in a sort of way. I just do what she says and delete his request. Tibby goes back to her phone and continues scrolling through her messages she keeps receiving every second. I wish I was someone like that; popular, knowing everything about everyone, confident… Life is hard sometimes.

Then I immediately regret deleting Christian’s friend request. It was definitely him because of his picture and why else would a random guy named Christian Parker just ask for a friend request? We even talked today. I bite my lip worriedly, and search his name in the search box at the top, but his picture doesn’t appear. There are endless Christian Parker’s and not one of them is the one I know.

I decide to give up and log out of Facebook. I start to wonder if he’ll get mad at me for deleting him, but we hardly know each other, and maybe he’ll think I don’t know who he is. And I wonder why he wanted to be friends with me? It’s not like we’ll talk again soon.