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Chapter 3

        My favourite day of the entire week had now arrived, the day of excitement that everyone looked forward to; it was Friday. The last day before the weekend. 

       

        The first two classes of the day sped by and I went to have lunch with my friends again.

‘Hey Lizzie!’ yelled Cass in my direction. I turned my head to see her waving me over to their table on the far left side of the room. I rushed over, dodging the maze of chairs, garbage bins, people, and backpacks, finally collapsing into a chair. 

‘Hey guys,’ I said casually. I still didn’t want to tell them about the unknown number. ‘Addie, what the heck are you eating?’ My fair-haired friend looked up at me, pulling strands of her hair out of her face.

‘It’s salad-in-a-jar. You pile the salad upside down in a jar and seal it,’ she explained. ‘It’s Catalina dressing, cucumbers, then carrots, and then the lettuce,’ she said as she gestured to each layer. ‘It’s good and it works.’ 

        I rolled my eyes. I could never understand why she liked being a vegetarian. We all teased her about it, but she took it well. She knew we meant no harm. 

‘Did you hear nothing from that cellphone number last night?’ inquired Vicky. I had never been great at acting when I took drama in the tenth grade, but I tried my best.

‘Nope, nothing,’ I said, trying to sound slightly disappointed but not too much to make it suspicious. If I was too dramatic they would know something was up. 

‘Well that’s boring,’ huffed Cass. 

‘Maybe they thought it was a wrong number or something,’ said Zana. ‘They wouldn’t have answered that.’ 

‘Whatever,’ said Vicky. ‘It’s done now. Did you see that post that Mark Gatiss put on Twitter last night about the next Sherlock season?!’

        With the mention of one of our favourite shows, the number was swept aside of forgotten. While my friends didn’t care about it anymore, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I had no idea if I was ever going to hear from this person again. I doubted it, he didn’t know who I was and he never gave me his name, he probably didn't want to give it to me. I forced myself to put it out of my mind but I couldn’t do it, it was a little thought that stayed there and wouldn’t budge.

        Near the end of lunch, we packed away our stuff and got up to leave. Not even halfway across the room, I got a message. I stopped and took my phone out slowly, if I rushed, the girls would have wondered who was so important to answer back so quickly. It couldn’t be him, I thought to myself. Why would he start a conversation with some random person that he doesn’t actually know?

(Unknown):

Hey Mystery girl

        I couldn’t help but allow a small smile on my face when I read my nickname. “Mystery girl”, that’s how he thought of me since he didn’t known my name then. I decided to create a name for him. I would think of him as “Unknown”, just like his cellphone number.