As I was exiting the building, a hand tapped my shoulder.
"Hey, Amira?"
I froze. Who in this school could know my name?
I turned. It was a taller boy who I didn't recognize--he had dark brown hair and caramel colored eyes.
"Uh.. who are you?"
"Oh--" he laughed, "The name's Markus. We were.. chosen as partners in History, remember? I was wondering if--"
"I can do the project on my own," I cut him off, "We don't need to meet up or anything. And I'll give you 50% credit."
He was gaping at me, but I just turned and left. As I began my walk home, my phone pinged. Unknown number again.
"Have you never at least tried to work with someone else?"
I looked around me freakishly fast. He's watching me? He has to be. Fucking creep!
I furiously tapped a reply.
"Stop fucking stalking me!"
I quickly got a reply.
"I wasn't trying to. I just happened to see you.."
"That's bullshit."
"You think I'd follow you out of the building?"
Wait. What if he's Markus?
"Is your name Markus?"
"I'm not your history partner, Amira."
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Sincerely, Anonymous
RomanceAmira Summers gets a text from an unknown number who seems to have a goal to make her happy with herself. That, and some other motive.. Short story. DISCLAIMER: Contains self-harm, suggestions to suicide, and profanity. Read at your own discretion.
