Chapter 2: LOL, Who Dis?
290 Words
It should’ve been weird.
I mean, texting a total stranger for no reason other than... I don’t know—vibes? Boredom? A little spark of curiosity?
But I didn’t stop.
That one message yesterday had been buzzing in my head all night. And now, here I was, sitting in math class, half-listening to Mr. Graves rant about sine and cosine, when my phone buzzed again.
UNKNOWN:
“Graves ruin your life again today?”
I glanced around. No one saw me slide the phone into my lap. Stealth level: ninja.
Me:
“Is that your thing now? Texting me only when I’m being tortured?”
UNKNOWN:
“Torture brings people together.”
I snorted. A little too loudly.
Mr. Graves stopped mid-equation.
“Miss James. Something funny about trigonometry?”
I swallowed the laugh and shook my head. “No, sir. Just... mentally spiraling.”
That earned a few chuckles.
He turned back to the board, thankfully. I slipped my phone back out.
Me:
“You almost got me publicly executed.”
UNKNOWN:
“Worth it. You owe me now.”
Me:
“Owe you what, exactly?”
UNKNOWN:
“A good convo. Impress me.”
I stared at the screen, smirking. This person was seriously full of themselves—and for some reason, I didn’t hate it.
Me:
“I’m in the middle of math class hell. You’re gonna have to lower your expectations.”
UNKNOWN:
“Fine. I’ll settle for your name.”
I paused.
This was the first time he—whoever he was—asked something real.
My thumb hovered over the keyboard.
Me:
“Sky.”
Technically true. It was what my friends called me. Not my full name, but not a lie either.
**UNKNOWN
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