Unknown Number

Part 3

EDITED

Sam's POV

I am rudely awoken from my amazing sleep by my alarm clock. With a frustrated grown, I slam it off, getting out a bed within five minutes, and start to do my usual morning routine of a school day.

After I am done with everything, I drive to school with my phone and backpack next to me.

I reach the lovely place, note the sarcasm. A presence seems to be around me, so I look around to see if I spot anybody. There is nobody in sight and it is too early for school to start. The reasoning for me leaving so early is I wanted to get away from my family. The school doors are already open and I think It is very probable that I am the only student.

I shake the thought of being watched off and hop out of my car, my bag and phone in hand. I lock the car and slip my keys into my bag's front pocket, then place my backpack on my back.

My legs take me to the school entrance and inside. There are a few students spread around the halls, nobody I know, and I am quite surprised that in not the only one.

I go to the cafeteria and text Julie.

Me: You two are going to have to ride the bus.

I text Hannah and Emma similar messages, to which they both reply with vulgar language. Leave it to them to do that.

I exit my messages and begin playing Crossy Road. Childish, yes, but I don't care; I love this game no matter how old it gets.

When I was in the middle of the road, a hand taps my shoulder, making me die. I groan and turn around so I can see who owns the hand that tapped me.

"Hi, I'm new," the boy says. He is cute! Scratch that, he's hot! "I was wondering if I could join you."

"Yeah," I say.

He takes a seat and says, "I'm Justin by the way."

"Hi, Justin," I greet. "I'm Sam. What grade are you in?"

"I'm a senior. And you?"

"Junior," I say and he nods.

I look over his features and find myself liking his hair. One side slicked down, but it all a good type of messy, the blondness is going to have all girls weak to their knees. His eyebrows are a chocolate brown, letting you know blonde isn't his natural hair color, and I see that his jaw is nicely shaped. I feel heat rise to my cheeks and I look back down at my phone, realizing I was checking his out. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice.

"Could we hang out sometime?" He asks. "I know we just met, but you seem cool."

"Yeah, sure. Are you free today?" I ask. I had no plans today anyways, but to watch Netflix all day by myself.

"Actually, yeah, I am," he answers. "Would you like to come over to my place?"

"Sure," I answer. "I will follow you there." He flashes me a smile and I feel myself smiling back. I send my mom a quick text, saying I'm going over to Emma's house after school. And then I text Emma, telling her to say I'm at her house of my mom asks. My mom has all my friends' numbers and text them when they need to. I wouldn't put it past my mom to check up on me for something like that.

"Well, I'll see you around?"

He nods and the bell rings, so we go our separate ways.

I get to my locker and I receive a text. I check to see that it is from the Unknown Number, again. I sigh as I open it and read it.

Unknown Number: I love the way you talk. You have a lovely voice.

How did this person hear me talk? Were they listening to me as I was talking to Justin? Are they thinking of a different time in the past?

This message just out me in a bad and creeped mood. What should I do about this person? Should I just change my number?

"Hey, thanks for bombing on us," Hannah says as she walks up to me, folding her arms.

"I'm sorry," I tell her as I click my phone off and out it in my pocket. "I needed some time to be alone."

"I understand, doll. I was just kidding," she says with a chuckle towards the end. "The ride with Stacey was pretty funny."

"How was it funny?" I ask her, collecting the things I'll need.

"Just, ya know, the classic yelling at her father on the phone." She waves it away as if it's no big deal.

"Ahh. Well I'll see you later, Hannah. I should get to class."

"Bye, Sam." She leaves and I close my locker, heading to class.