When a random phone number is written on your car, what do you do?
Obviously, you text it.
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"HE texted you right now?!" Celeste exclaimed, reaching her hand out to try and grab my phone, but I pulled away, not letting her.
Right as we were gluing on some of the last faces of Celeste's borderline creepy (probably more than just borderline) and completely useless project, the mystery man texted me. It was as if he knew exactly what we were doing and he wanted to mess with Celeste's head. If that was the case, he did a good job. Because now Celeste was freaking out, gluing down the last pictures rapidly so we could discuss the candidates. She wanted to hear my take on all of the possible "bachelors" as she called them. In other words, she wanted to see which, out of the possible guys, I was actually semi-attracted to or interested in.
Pointless in my mind, a necessity in hers.
"It's literally just a text from a random guy," I said. "It doesn't even matter. And for all we know, it could be Randy Ginghouser." I pointed at the picture of Randy, who was the club leader for a Dungeons and Dragons club at our school. How did he make it on the poster, you ask? Surprisingly, one of the cheerleader's was in the club, too. I know. She definitely went against the stereotype by joining that club and starting to date Ghostly Ginghouser (everyone called him that because he was as white as white could be).
"No. No way is it Ghostly. I'm almost positive he wasn't even at Jesse's party. He's never been to any before," Celeste said.
"Whatever, we don't know that," I shrugged.
"Well, dammit! Tell me what he said!"
I rolled my eyes and showed her my phone's screen.
MYSTERY VANDALISER: I'm bored. Let's play truth or truth.
"Truth or truth?" Celeste questioned.
"I'm pretty sure it's just truth or dare, but instead of having dare--"
"I get the concept!" She interrupted. "Well. Play truth or truth, then."
"But we're working on your project... I mean, our project," I said.
"And this is technically a part of the project! You need to continue to talk to this mystery dude so that we can continue to learn more about him until we can crack the code," Celeste explained. "So play goddamn truth or truth while I glue on Anthony Miller's face."
I rolled my eyes and stood up to go lay on my bed, holding my phone up in the air above my face. I swiped open to the text message and formed a reply.
ALEX: Okay, I'll start. What's your favorite color?
Within seconds there was a reply. Damn. This guy really must have been bored if he was responding that quickly.
