Coffeshop

List of Prey

Leigh's P.O.V.

"Ouch," I muttered, as I tripped over something - a CD. I must be so tired last night to just fall asleep that fast without changing clothes. I picked up the CD and looked at it. Calum's writing was visible through the plastic cover. I reached for my phone and dialed his number.

Should I or should not? Maybe Riley's right, it wouldn't hurt if I try.

'Hi, Coffee,' I texted and hit the send button.

I lay on my bed once more. Now, all I have to do is wait...

Beep!

Hope this is it.

'Hello, boo. Sorry, I overslept.' I read, after an hour and a half. And suddenly a burst of feelings exploded - happiness, nervous - everything. I can feel my own heart pounding heart.

'No, its okay. You must be very tired from last night. :)'

'Sort of. So, how are you?'

'All good, thank you. How are you?'

'Good. Hey, I was just wondering, can I have your name?'

Can he? I don't know. 'Well, let's see. Why?'

'Because I really wanna know. Please? :('

'Sad faces don't get me but let's play a game. Guess it!' What the f**k are you doing, Leigh, I said to myself.

'Emily, Cassie, Abby, Leigh, Hannah, Alexis, Mary, Kate, Diane, Eleanor.'

Wow, the odds. 'Good! First five!'

'Emily or Leigh?'

Seriously? Are the odds with him? My inner self is rejoicing. If he guess it right, we'll hit it off. 'Choose one or bye.'

I hope he gets it right, I don't know. 'Emily?'

Okay, that's it then. False hope. 'Oops. Sorry. It was nice meeting yo, Calum. :)'

No, Leigh, don't be so hard on him.

I tried to ignore him as he kept on messaging and calling me minute after minute, begging me to talk to him. Well, okay, something tells me to stop this nonsense and just give the lad a chance - maybe he's not the player type.

But...

What if I'm right and this is a sign? He could have done it to loads of girls he met during some of their shows. Come on, even though he's famous and everything, who'd wanna be played at? Nope, not me.

I don't wanna be in his list of prey.