Finding myself

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"Vasquez?" a voice calls out.

"Huh?"

"What's the answer to the question?" Mrs. Sanchez asks.

Question? What fucking question?

I squint at the board and analyze the question before giving her the answer. I could feel more than a dozen eyes on me as I struggle to figure out why she called on me.

"Um his fate, I'm guessing?"

I look at her expectantly as she looks around the room. I swear I hate it when teachers do that bullshit, don't call on me if you clearly see me daydreaming, all I've been thinking about these days is him, haven't seen him around though.

"That's correct, Ms. Vasquez"

Finally, it took her slow brain a good minute or she did it on purpose to make me seem dumb at first. I can't blame her though, my mind does wander off and my imagination does crazy, deceiving things to me.

The bell rings and the silence leaves. I put my stuff in my bag and begin to head out of the class, I wanna be alone today, I guess it's just one of those days where I'm not feeling really social. I text Isabella and let her know I won't be joining them today and walk out of the building.

I'm really desiring a Frappe.

I order a Uber and sit on the football field bleachers. I admire the view of the big field and remember all the games that happen here, crowds going wild, the smell of excitement and tension in the air. At night is when the field looks beautiful as ever, the lights shining on it. I would love to lay on the field and look at the stars with somebody.

I feel my phone buzz so I check to see what it is. It was a notification letting me know my Uber was here. I make my way out the field and into the Uber. She asks for my name, and then begins to drive off to the Café. I've gotten so used to being on my own it's my lifestyle, hanging out with someone everyday seems to bother me now. My mind needs social rest, I'm glad my anxiety's gotten better, but when I look in the mirror I'm still not sure who I am.

She pulls up right in front of it and I thank her while making my way out of the car. I look inside the Café and see there's a lot of people and a semi-long line.

Ugh.

I stand at the end of the line and use my phone while I wait. As I switch from Instagram to Twitter I get an incoming phone call from Travis. The place is loud enough, nobody will really be paying attention to our conversation, so I answer.

"Angie"

"What's up?"

"Where are you?"

"Left school early, it's just one of those days I guess", the line gets shorter and I take a few steps forward.

"I didn't ask that, I asked for your location"

"Who are you, the FBI?"

"I just wanna know" he whines.

I sigh loudly, "I'm at the Café."

"Meet me at your house in 20", he says quickly as the call cuts out. Lord, give me patience with this young man, he's just as hardheaded as Izzy. I begin texting him to let him know I want alone time today.

"This kid never listens, I swear" I mumble to myself. I lock my phone and notice there's no feet in front of me. As I begin to pick my head I hear a familiar voice.

"What'd I do wrong now?"

I look up to see it's the guy from the fair. It's been like a week, I wasn't expecting to ever see him again, but he works here. He's wearing a shirt with the Café's logo and an apron. I can't help but stare at how good he looks in it. He notices and slightly smirks.

Oh don't do that.

He waits for my response, so I order my drink and step to the side. I nervously bite my bottom lip while waiting. What if he thinks I'm a stalker, nah I'm just overthinking it like always.

"Evangeline" one of the baristas call out while setting my drink down on the counter. She hands me the straw and napkins. I head outside while drinking it and walk to my house, which is only a few blocks down.

As I walk inside the house I remember I need a re-fill for my sleeping pills. I notice the house seems quiet so I'm guessing nobody's home. It is still pretty early. I set my stuff down on the couch and set my drink on the coffee table. I begin to scroll through show suggestions on Netflix and then sit down on the couch.

*buzz*
Isabella
Are you home?

Yea can you get me a refill on my sleeping pills please and thank you
Delivered

I lock my phone and throw it across the couch. As I pick up my drink I notice there's one napkin that's completely wet with black smudges wrapped around it. I unwrap it and to my surprise it's a little note with a number written down on it.

"You should text me sometime, 565-***-****."

The numbers are smudged so I'm not sure if they're correct. Hmph, it had to be his. I catch myself smiling at how cute and old school this was. I reach for my phone, ready to text him but I hesitate. I don't wanna seem thirsty or too interested because either way I'm not looking to be in a relationship, friends wouldn't hurt anybody though.

I pick my phone up and begin to add the number to my contacts. His name, damn it I don't know it, I proceed to just text his number instead of adding it.

565-***-****

I saw the little note
Not sure if this is the right number tho
but hit me back if this is you
Delivered

I quickly exit the conversation and impatiently wait for a response. I watch about 3 full episodes of "Grey's Anatomy" and start to believe I probably texted the wrong number. I pause the show and get up from the couch, I start to dig through the fridge and decide I just want to order pizza. As I'm making my way back to the couch I hear my phone go off.