Don't Make Me Go Crazy

Chapter Seven (Part Four)

Why are people arguing over me? I'm nothing special.

Especially if three people are technically arguing over me sitting next to them at lunch. I don't like to be in the center of attention that much, but with my past that still haunts me, it feels like I'm the president of the United States.

People was watching, because well, we're in the middle of the lunchroom.

Trey and Will looks like they want to kill each other and Sophie wants to hurt both of them for being stupid.

"How about I just get lunch," I suggested. I don't want to be in the middle of drama right now. If something happens, I have to leave. I don't want to leave to go to England.

I'm not gonna lie, but those British/English boys are fucking sexy with their accents and I can immediately start screaming with excitement. But being here makes me who I am today.

Even though I fucked up, a lot.

I walked towards the lunch line and, I got to admit, the lunch here is really good.

They have a small McDonald's, and Dunkin Donuts line that is not even that packed. I went to the McDonald's line and there was a few people ahead of me.

"What you going to get," I heard a person behind me asked. I turned around and I see Sophie.

"I don't know. Where's Thing 1 and 2?"

"Oh, Will and Trey? Well, Will walked out the lunchroom and Trey is--"

"Right here." He shows me a large smile.

"I thought you're going to leave, and read some books or something," I say.

"I'm not a bookworm half of the time," he said. I was in the front of the line and I ordered a salad with iced tea. I need to watch my weight.

Sophie ordered a Big Mac with Coca-Cola and Trey ordered ten chicken McNuggets.

After we paid our food, we sat to an empty table. I noticed everyone was looking at me weirdly. What, they didn't look at a 17 year old teenager before?

"Jasmine, I'm going to call you Jaz for the hell of it," Sophie stated when she had the Big Mac in her hands.

While Trey and Sophie was talking among themselves, my phone started to vibrate.

From Unknown (Monday, 12:34pm):

You don't know me, but I know you. Your name is Jasmine Sierra Vega and you're a delinquent. I known you when you was small. You always were the shy one. The scared one. 

I wanted to protect you, but I needed to stay hidden. No one knows I'm here, not even you. I might be in this building, I might be in Philly. Hell, I might be right next to you. 

You'll see me when you're ready. All the answers that you wanted to have. Things may have changed. I'll talk to you soon.

My eyes were glued to my phone screen, looking shocked as ever. Who is this Unknown, and why does he know me? 

"Jasmine, are you okay," Trey asked, sounding concerned. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," I responded casually. No one should know about this, and I mean no one. 

After we was all done our food, the bell rang and it was sixth period. 

"Jaz, we have sixth period together!" She exclaimed happily. She took my arm and connected it with hers. 

"I should go to class," Trey stated. All of the students, including us, walked out of the lunchroom and into our classes. "I'll see you guys later." He looks at me. "Including you, Jasmine."