Choosing Between Him or My Ex

Chapter 4: Website and Confrontation

Billie POV

I couldn't sleep as I stared at the piece of paper that had brought me so much happiness. All my worries were swept away, and I felt like a huge boulder had been lifted off my shoulders. Whoever this person was, they surely had to be my guardian angel.

I looked at the number written beneath the letter. There was one thing I hadn’t shared with my mom, dad, or Blake—I knew it was a website, but I couldn’t tell them for fear of tearing the paper. The number was written backward, but I quickly figured it out. I took out my phone and punched in the numbers.

At first, it rang for a minute before redirecting me to a voicemail.

“Hey there, angel! I knew you would call me,” the voice said. I froze. What the hell was this? He knew I was going to call him! That meant he must have had this number just for me; a blush crept over my cheeks. I knew no one was around, but I still tried to hide it. The sweet, husky voice that made my heart skip a beat spoke again: “How was your letter? I hope your mom received it and you read it in front of your dad and your skeptical sister. I’m glad you did! You don’t need to be amazed at how I know all this; I just have experience. Anyway, it’s wonderful to see that great smile on your face, and I would like to talk to you further. I will send you a website—make sure to sign in, and then we can chat.”

I quickly raced to the other side of the room to grab a pen and paper.

I was just too happy. How could someone I didn't know know this much about me? He knew I wasn’t at home and that he sent the letter to my mom. He also knew I was going to read it to my twin and my dad, and how shocked my sister would be when she heard the letter. He had it all timed perfectly. I didn't know what to call him.

“Okay, I see you have your pen and paper. Now, let’s calm down. The address is ‘guardian@website.com.’ Make sure to sign in immediately.” With that, the voicemail ended, and I tried calling the number again, but it had already been blocked, or something like that. I quickly scrolled through my laptop and entered the website. It loaded quickly, displaying a green background. It wasn’t like any website I had seen; it had just a home button and a "chat me" option. It seemed like I was the only one on the website, which meant he had only created it for me—not just because he was helping me, but for something more…

A message popped up on the screen as I finished signing up.

“Nice to meet you, Billie. I'm waiting to get to know you better,” it read.

I smiled. “Nice to meet you too…” I hesitated, not knowing what to call him. Should I call him “MN” or something else? But I decided to give him my own name, even though he told me to call him MN. “Guardian angel, it’s a pleasure,” I typed.

An emoji appeared on the screen. “You gave me a name I am thankful for. Anyway, I would like to introduce myself, but I want to remain anonymous for some reason, so I’d like you to go on and tell me about yourself.”

Why would he want to hide his identity? What was he planning? Anyway, I tapped on the bottom, guessing I would just have to keep typing if I wanted to get to know him.

“My name is Billie; you already know me. I also have a twin called Blake. You already know that...” I didn't know what else to type; he knew so much already…

“Glad to know that, Billie. For now, I’ll introduce a little about myself. I am M.N., a student just like you and an explorer.”

I smiled—a student, an explorer. He was playing hard to get. But before I could type any further, a new message appeared. “It’s nice talking to you, Billie. I think it’s time for you to go to bed and have an early night’s sleep. I will also be getting some sleep. Meet me on the website at eight o'clock tomorrow, and we will take this slowly. Bye.”

“Bye,” I typed and sent. The message was replied to with a love emoji. I went offline, shut down my laptop, and went to bed. It took me an hour to drop the letter on the table. It felt like a dream, but then I drifted off, enjoying the sweet breeze of early December. I just hoped every day would be like this—people to love me and care.

**Third Person POV**

I stood outside the car, looking at the faint movement in the lighted room on the top floor. I pressed on my laptop, smiling at the same time. She is happy, I could feel it, and I am glad I did what I did. The air was getting too much, and I couldn't handle it all. I typed a goodnight message, and she replied. I sent her a love emoji and went offline. Of course, I wanted to tell her who I was, but if I did, it would spoil the fun I was going to have, and it would only make her relentless. I want to do something for her—something that would make her feel special—but I plan to take it at a slow pace.

As the light went out in the room, I mouthed, “Goodnight, my angel,” as the darkness enveloped the night.

**Billie’s POV**

“What?” Ann yelled, but she stopped as people passed by and stared at her, giving her the “What are you doing with the elephant?” stare. They shook their heads and went on their way.

Ann clutched my hands. “I can't believe it, Billie. You mean some random guy—someone who knew so much about you—sent you a postcard intentionally saying that you are beautiful and made you read it in front of Blake to make her mad?”

I nodded. “He did it on purpose.”

Ann smiled. “What do you call him, MN?”

I blushed. “I named him.”

She looked at me, shocked. “What name did you give him?”

I was about to tell her when we heard a yell from the other end of the locker area. A crowd of students had gathered, all staring at something. I was ready to ignore it, but then I recognized the voice. It was Blake.

“You freak” she yelled slamming her hand in the locker of John as he was just about to open it. “I knew you would do this, I knew you can't be trusted. How dare you go at my back and write her a letter pretending to be MN or whatever. You b***h”

John stared at her confused. “ What do you mean? Wrote a letter to who?”

Blake fumed the more. “Don't act like you know nothing you dumbass. You wrote a letter to Billie telling her she is the most beautiful girl in the world and even better than me, you betrayed me”

John's eyes lighted so the students as they gazed at me.

Ann held my hand as Blake stormed out of the passage, Alisha and Sofia going after her calling her back. John turns to face me his eyes blazing with anger that it could swallow her up. He locked his locker and began walking towards me and Ann. I knew from the look that he was angry and I was in s**t.