Thank goodness I don't have to try and spell forty anymore! Anyway, I'm so sorry for not putting author's notes on any of the past chapters, I've been really lazy recently; on that note, I'm also super sorry for not updating frequently. School is hectic and writer's block is a bitch. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
*Disclaimer* This chapter was inspired by the horror movie Scream and is in no way meant to be taken seriously. The events below are (almost) entirely fictional.
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(666)555-5555: Hello
Cholesterol: I think you have the wrong number
(666)555-5555: No, I don't
Cholesterol: Oh sorry, I don't have your number saved in my phone. Who's this?
(666)555-5555: That's not important
Cholesterol: Um, if you don't tell me who you are right now I'm going to block you
(666)555-5555: You wouldn't want to do that, now would you, Chloe?
Cholesterol: How do you know my name?
(666)555-5555: I've been watching you
Cholesterol: Okay, seriously, who is this? Did one of my friends give you my number?
(666)555-5555: It doesn't matter how I got your number, Chloe. What matters is what I'm going to do with it.
Cholesterol: If this is a prank, it's not funny anymore. Cut it out
(666)555-5555: This isn't a prank
(666)555-5555: You spilled mustard on your shirt during lunch yesterday
Cholesterol: How the fuck do you know that? I eat lunch by myself in my truck.
(666)555-5555: Like I said, I've been watching you
Cholesterol: Stay the fuck away from me, asshole
(666)555-5555: Now, now, that was rather rude of you, Chloe
Cholesterol: You know what's fucking rude, fucking stalking someone
(666)555-5555: I'm not doing it to be rude
Cholesterol: Well that makes everything okay! Not! I'm blocking you!
(666)555-5555: If you were going to block me you would have done it by now
(666)555-5555: Admit it, your curious
(666)555-5555: You want to know who I am
Cholesterol: Wow, Einstien, how'd you figure that one out?
(666)555-5555: I interest you just as much as you interest me
Cholesterol: The only thing about you that I'm interested in is your name so I can report your creeper ass
(666)555-5555: You only curse when you're nervous
(666)555-5555: Am I making you nervous?
Cholesterol: No shit, asshole
(666)555-5555: I couldn't help but notice that you were rereading City of Bones last week
(666)555-5555: I thought you didn't like rereading that series because of the second book
Cholesterol: How the fuck do you know that?
Cholesterol: I've never told anyone that
(666)555-5555: I know everything about you, Chloe
(666)555-5555: I know that you're sitting at your desk right now writing your novel, I know that you're wearing an orange shirt that says Longhorns on it, and I know that you keep glancing over your shoulder every couple seconds because, when you're on your computer, your back is to your door and that makes you nervous.
Cholesterol: I'm calling the police
(666)555-5555: If you were going to do that, you would have done it already. Let's not play games, Chloe. You never did have a good poker face.
Cholesterol: The only reason I haven't called the police yet is because I still thought this was a fucking prank
Cholesterol: But if this is a prank, then it has gone way too fucking far
(666)555-5555: You haven't called anyone
(666)555-5555: You're still at your computer
Cholesterol: How the fuck do you know that?
(666)555-5555: I thought it was obvious
(666)555-5555: Look under your bed
"Hey, Chloe-"
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
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To be continued
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