While we were on our way to the cafeteria, I suddenly bumped to a stranger, I fell on the ground along with my books. The guy immediately went to help me get up, he hurriedly picked up my phone and books then gave it to me. "I'm sorry!" He said then ran away, he looked cute, I thought.
When we reached the cafeteria, we picked a seat and ate our lunch. As I was eating my salad, my phone vibrated meaning I had a text.
I reached for my phone in my pocket and when I opened it, I immediately knew I was screwed.
It wasn't my wallpaper that greeted me, it's not even my wallpaper in the first place. I know who has my phone but the only problem is, I don't know his name or what year he is.
