His Deadly Girl

18. My g!

My eyes fluttered open when a whoosh of wind swept over my cheeks. My disoriented mind took in the surroundings.

I registered that I was back in my room, at Julia’s place. I checked the time. It was past 1 am. Then, it took some concentration and a gulp of water on my part to recall the events of the night.

And, boy, was it a one heck of a recalling!

The brat, his friends, the drink, Alex, his anger issues, the drama, and, then, the nightmare…Isaac.

My heart clenched when I recalled his words. It felt like the ground was slipping from underneath me-well, not the ground, but, the bed. That’s even worse! Beds should never slip from underneath you!

Oh God! What did Isaac do and what was everyone thinking about me now? Did they call the police yet?

I shook my head. I knew them well enough. They were not going to call the cops on me just based on Isaac’s claims.

And who was I kidding? Alex actually fought cops for me, knowing full well what he was up against.

I remembered vividly that just after Isaac uttered those words, I passed out. And, here I was now, sweating and trying to control my racing heart and mind.

As if on a cue, my phone went off suddenly, giving me the scare of the century. I cursed madly in the air, then, picked up the phone from the bedside table.

It was a text from an unknown number. My mind immediately thought of Isaac because, somehow, he was always able to obtain my number, no matter how many times I changed it.

But, turns out I was wrong. The message was:

Crispy, are you up?

Now, only one person called me that. I was going to reply to him, when I remembered that terrifying look on his face and now, more than ever after what Isaac had said, he was going to…I don’t know what, but, it couldn’t be anything good.

So, I decided to play it cool.

Who is this? I replied.

Really? came his reply instantly. I could just imagine him rolling his eyes.

Yes, really. I don’t know you. How did you get my number, stalker?

You are right. You don’t know me. You don’t know what I am capable of.

Now, what was that supposed to mean? And, why was this kind of scary and thrilling at the same time?

Are you silly? Have you forgotten about his anger issues? my memory reprimanded me.

Right. It was not thrilling. Only scary. I had to make some excuse to stay away from him.

When I didn’t reply, his next text came almost immediately:

Tell me this. How many people call you crispy?

Dude, I don’t know, why I am talking to you still. But, I clearly don’t know you. And, as for your question, I have no idea who calls me crispy. Heck, I don’t know what I call myself.

At this point, I really had no idea, what crap I was making up but, hopefully he would buy it.

What’s that supposed to mean? came his next text.

That I have lost my memory, okay? I hit my head over the…um, I don’t know what…maybe, a pillow. And, now, I don’t remember anything! Not even my own name!

Wow! I was a freakin’ genius. This losing memory excuse was such a good one. Hopefully, Alex was dumb enough to believe it.

Are you kidding me right now? You hit your head over a pillow? At least, make up a believable lie. was his reply.

It’s possible, okay? And, why are you still talking to me, stalker? I just lost my memory. Give me a break.

There was no reply for a minute. And, when I started thinking that he was actually dumb enough to buy it and had in fact given me a break, my phone pinged with another message.

Okay, so you say you don’t remember anything?

Right.

So, you don’t remember what happened tonight?

I gulped when I realized that he must be talking about Isaac.

No. I immediately replied.

Oh, man! That’s too bad. And, here I thought that our first kiss together was special.

My body jumped out of the bed and my heart almost jumped out of my chest when I read the message.

What the actual frick? Nothing of that sort happened tonight! I am still a kiss virgin! I replied in a moment of angst and excitement, not really thinking about it.

It was too late when the realization of my mistake dawned upon me. I couldn’t even delete the message, because he had already seen it.

Caught ya! he texted back. I could feel him smirking on the other side of the screen.

I closed my eyes and mentally scolded myself for my immense stupidity. I should have never even replied to his first message to begin with. What was I thinking?

That he was too irresistible, my inner voice answered.

I sighed at my never ending stupid thoughts and checked his next message.

And, wait, what is even a kiss virgin? Don’t tell me! You haven’t had your first kiss yet!

Now, I doubted if I was really talking to Alexander, the great, aka the boy with anger issues, aka the boy who always grilled me with never ending questions.

How come he was not asking about what Isaac said? Not that I was complaining…I kind of liked this side of him, which could actually tease and make small talk.

My first kiss isn’t something I will just give away to any tom, d**k or harry. I responded.

Not even that brat?

I scoffed while typing a reply. Oh, please! I am sure you know by now that the relationship was fake.

I always knew, crispy.

I inhaled a sharp breath. Somehow, that one sentence was sending me to an overdrive. I didn’t care about the fact that he knew the truth, but, the way he said-I mean, put that. There was just something about it…

I hope it is over now. was his next message.

Of course. After tonight, if he dares show me his face again then, there won’t be any face left for him to show to anyone.

Damn! I like you!

What? I blinked once, twice, thrice, to make sure that my eyes were not playing tricks on me. But, no matter how many times I saw it, it was there! As clear as crystal!

Shit! That came out wrong! And, you read it before I could delete it! I meant that I liked what you said! he replied hastily, the next moment.

I knew it! It was too good to be true!

Um…okay…I get it, Alexander! I assured him.

The truth was that, no, I didn’t. I didn’t get it! Why did he have to say that and take it back?

Well, then…good night, I guess? You should get rest. he messaged.

Yeah…goodnight! See you tomorrow or…not…I don’t know… I cringed at my own reply.

A whole five minutes passed and there was no reply.

That’s it! I made a total fool out of myself. Great!

I lied down on the bed with a sigh, cursing myself, my luck, my mind, my heart and generally everything related to me, when my phone pinged again with an incoming message.

The speed, with which I reached my phone and unlocked it, was terrifying. I bet lightning got nothing on me!

My heart fluttered wildly in my chest when I read the message from Alex:

See you tomorrow, my g.

And, there goes my sleep for tonight…