Chapter 4 - Code Red: I'm catching feelings for a Wi-Fi Signal
408 Words
It was official.
I was in a situationship… with a phone number.
Tasha would never let me live this down.
After last period, I stood by my locker, waiting for her to stop digging through her black hole of a backpack. I was pretending to care about school while secretly hoping my phone would buzz again like it had been doing all day.
UNKNOWN:
“If lockers could talk, yours would 100% file a restraining order.”
I snorted. Loud.
Tasha looked up. “Oh my god. Him again?”
I nodded, already typing back.
Me:
“You’re obsessed with my locker. Should I be jealous?”
UNKNOWN:
“Only if you're worried it opens up easier than you.”
I slapped my hand over my mouth and choked on air.
Tasha blinked. “What? What did he say?!”
“Nothing. I’m fine. I’m breathing. Kind of.”
Me:
“Bold of you to assume I open up at all.”
UNKNOWN:
“Challenge accepted.”
Okay. Okay. He was dangerous.
Tasha leaned in. “You look like you’re texting your soulmate and your dealer at the same time.”
“He might be both,” I whispered.
And honestly? That was the scary part. This mystery texter had me feeling all sorts of insane things. Like butterflies. And swooning. And checking the halls for dramatic hoodie guys like I was living in a CW teen drama.
Tasha followed my gaze. “Girl. If you stare down the hallway any harder, it’s gonna catch fire.”
“I just wanna know who he is. Or at least if he has a face. Preferably a hot one.”
Buzz.
UNKNOWN:
“You talk about me out loud a lot.”
I froze.
WHAT.
“NO WAY,” I whispered.
Tasha gasped. “Did he just—?!”
Me:
“You’re here?”
UNKNOWN:
“Maybe.”
Me:
“Are you in a hoodie?”
UNKNOWN:
“Am I ever not?”
I practically threw my phone.
Tasha was full-on losing it. “This is better than every show I watch combined.”
I wanted to scream, laugh, hide, and maybe marry him all at once. And I didn’t even know if he had a name or like… a face.
Was this what falling for a contact named “UNKNOWN” felt like?
Because if so, I was deep in it.
And the worst part?
I liked it.
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