Accidentally On Purpose

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Elle's phone buzzed late that night. It was determined she was sleeping over after she groaned about walking the 30 feet that is the trek to her house in the snow. I rolled over, still groggy and checked the time.

"Oh my God, Elle, it's 2:32 in the morning. Whoever is texting you better be dying or they soon will be."

"Do I even have to answer it? Who even cares?" She moaned and flipped over." The phone buzzed again and we both let out sounds of pain.

"If that phone makes one more sound, I will personally shove it up the butt of whoever is texting you. Don't test me." I said.

She grabbed the phone off the nightstand and the flash from the screen elicited more pained noises.

"It's from a random number," She said, slightly more awake.

"I don't care who it's from. Tell them I'll kill them."

"Oh my God!" Elle hit the blankets that covered me and I moaned again.

"Someone better be dead." I said and sat up.

"It's Lucas!" Elle shrieked.

"First, quiet down. I am not in the mood to handle you. Second, how did he get your number?"

"It says 'Hey, it's Lucas from History. What are you doing right now?'" Elle squealed and I reached out my hand, smacking the air a few times before I got to her blanketed mass.

"Ow! Stop it!" She squirmed out of my reach. "What should I say?"

"Tell him it is now 2:34 am and he needs to go to bed."

"Okay! What are you doing awake?" Elle elongated her words as she typed them into her phone.

Her phone buzzed again and I reached to throw it across the room but she snatched it out of my reach just before I could grab it.

"He said 'It's not that late'. Is he just texting me 'cause no one else is awake?" Elle's worried voice raised higher and higher.

"Shut up! My mom will hear you and goodbye to sleeping over on a school night. Even if there is snow!"

"Fine, I'll be quiet. What should I say back?"

"Tell him your good friend Alex is not happy with him and wants him to text you when it is a normal time."

"How did you get my number?" Elle completely ignored me.

"Turn your phone off or get out of my room." I growled and at last she listened to me, muting her phone and throwing it on the ground.

"Fine, we can go back to sleep."

• • •

6:30 came very early that morning. After she finally put her phone away, Elle jostled the bed for 20 minutes trying to get to sleep. Which, of course, kept me up. When the alarm went off, Elle jumped out of bed with more energy than a kangaroo on crack.

"He got my number from Dillon. Which is totally random. Why in the world did he want to text me?" Elle's chatter was bright and cheery and I pulled a pillow over my head.

"Get up, lazy butt. We have school!" Elle opened my closet doors and started going through my clothes.

"Let's just ditch," I muttered, keeping the pillow securely over my face.

"Alexa Anne Carter! Don't make me get Renee to come down!" The rustling in the closet had stopped and I had no doubt Elle was standing there, arms crossed, and her long, brown hair tangled and wild.

I lifted the pillow slightly off my face to see if I was right and laughed when I was. "I know you too well," I commented, replacing the pillow where it had been on my face.

"Get up!" Elle said and then she poked me in the side, making me squirm and wiggle.

"Don't do that," I warned and, despite that, she poked me again.

When I wiggled again, she commented, "I'm not going to stop, you know."

Sighing, I accepted my fate of having to wake up too early in the morning and go to school. I stood, letting the blankets fall the floor and stumbled into the bathroom, hoping that a shower might wake me up.

When I was clean, though no more awake than when I had started, I emerged from the bathroom to Elle doing a combination of the running man and the chicken dance. I burst out laughing when I saw her, bending at the waist until I thought my sides were going to fall off.

When I sobered up and calmed myself down, I felt as though it was okay to speak. "What was that?"

"Lucas texted me back!" was her cheery response, not even the slightest bit embarrassed.

"Great. Show him those dance moves and he might be too embarrassed to ever talk to you again." I moved towards the closet looking for some clothes. Elle had decided to wear my favorite shirt - which she was always threatening to steal - and a pair of her own jeans which she had left her a few weeks ago. Her clothes had been thrown on the floor and when I raised an eyebrow at them she hurried to throw them into the hamper.

"You can't bring me down!" She said in a sing-song voice.

"Okay," I finally decided on an outfit and quickly got dressed. "Go brush your hair."

Elle groaned, hating the act. She was notorious for going to school with crazy bed-head or her hair semi-presentable, but filled with snarls.

When Elle finally got ready, we left for the bus stop, her gabbing the entire way about how Lucas had texted her.