"He forced me to ask for my phone number. What do you think?" I talked to Mikaela on the phone pacing back and forth, telling her about the conversation I had with Justin this afternoon. I bit my knuckles, the usual thing I do whenever I'm nervous.
Well, I've never been this nervous.
"Maybe he really likes you." Mikaela's laughter exploded in there. "That means you have to kiss Trixie's ass."
My eyeballs rolled. "How could a delinquent girl like me attract his attention, Mika? I don't have a chest as big as Trixie." I touched my own chest and studied my appearance in the mirror. "I don't look as pretty as Trixie. Everything about me has nothing to do with it."
"You are too humble. You're pretty."
Yes, if only you saw my form before being made like this. You must be throwing up when you see me. "Wait, there's an incoming call. I'll get back to you again."
Connection lost. I pressed the green icon to answer the phone waiting for my answer. The number is foreign, but enough to intrigue me. "Hello."
"Hello, Darling. Recognize my voice?"
My gastric juices rose in my dry throat until I choked. "Justin? Who gave you my number?!"
"It's not hard for me to get it, Love. I got what I wanted. Maybe your number is one of the things I want in this world."
Oh my gosh, he's a psycho. "What do you want?" I let out a short sigh.
"To meet you."
"Haha. In your dreams."
"No. I'm already under your balcony."