Hate Me Love Me

12| A Fiery Touch 🔥

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"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul." --- Pablo Neruda.

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Valerie Dornan

Everything is gone.

I've lost it all.

My entire phone has been wiped.

This is not a good way to start a Monday morning. I swear I had my phone on my bedside table all night, and it didn't even budge. It was even in the same angle.

I check the time, relieved that there's at least half an hour before I have to get out of bed to get ready for school, and open up my contacts.

Nothing.

Except one number I don't recognise. It's not Julian. It's nobody else from my family, but this person better have an answer for the reason all my Instagram posts and followers have been deleted. Why my WhatsApp, Snapchat, Pinterest and Discord accounts are empty.

I press call.

I know it's really early, but I'm going to wake this person up and get answers if it's the last thing I do.

Ring-ring.

Ring-ring.

Ring-ring.

Ring-ring.

The person on the other side pics up, and instead of sounding tired and groggy, his words come out in gasps.

'What is it?' I don't recognise his out-of-breath, annoyed voice. He was probably having morning sex and I disturbed him. But that's not my problem, because he shouldn't have picked up if he was in the middle of something.

'Would you care to explain why your number is the only one on my phone, mister?' I ask sternly.

I hear him gulping in water. A lot of it. This guy has a lot of breath space.

'Hello? I asked you a question! Answer it!' I demand.

There's a moment of silence before 'I didn't wipe your phone. I promise.'

My mouth turns into a scowl and I groan.

Alaric Aldrois.

I should've known.

'And you expect me to believe you?' I snap.

'Probably not,' he says, after a second of thought.

'Oh, my goodness. Just tell me how I can get all my data back and I won't bother your tango dance,' I rush out.

'Huh? I'm not dancing,' he says, dumbfounded.

'I know you're not dancing. Obviously. You know what I mean - but honestly. That's not the point. You can tango with as many girls as you like this morning, but tell me what you did to my phone first.'

He lets out a deep chuckle that tickles my ear, and I blame the static electricity.

'I'm at the gym. And If I didn't know better, I'd think you were jealous,' he says, completely missing the point again.

'Well, thank god you know better. NOW TELL ME WHAT THE HELL YOU DID TO MY PHONE!'

There's more silence, and then his voice comes out like a harsh whisper.

'You have no right to shout at me, chroma. Not without all the information. It wasn't me who deleted all the data from your phone.'

One minute he's laughing, and the next minute he's angry. What an ass!