(Ichigo's POV)
School was a breeze.
Dragging myself to the last lesson consisting of astrophysics and dropping my weight onto a random chair at the back, I tucked my schoolbag underneath the desk and hugged my feet around it.
Elbows propped up onto the glossy wooden surface of the desk, I grinned, it was the last period of the day. Just one more hour of planets and stardust and then school would officially be over... well, for the weekend at least.
The teacher buzzed away at the front of the classroom, explaining some simple instructions of what was needed to be completed today. I dazed at the front with mind as blank as the empty blackboard. I cared less of what she was saying.
Fifty five minutes...
Thirty four minutes...
Twenty eight...
Seventeen..
Slowly but surely, the lesson was almost coming to an end. I don't even remember walking into the classroom but as I looked back at the time on the high-mounted wall clock, my smile grew wider.
There were only about fifteen minutes left until I was school-free for two whole days! How time flies when you're busy playing games on your phone hehehe.
I pretty much know the rules regulating about mobile devices and such in school, especially in between lessons. It was either confiscation and-or- suspension.
But nothing can stop me from sneaking in a game or two.. And you can't blame me for feeling utterly bored during the class lecture about orbital velocity and accuracy of universal theories! Like, who cares about balls of dust and ice, or stupid black holes, anyway?
I was just in the middle of shooting down zombies and aliens from outer space – which, believe me, was much more entertaining than staring dumbfounded at a load of ugly textbooks – when my teacher came along to see how far her students have gotten up to. Not wanting my phone to be taken away, I locked the screen and automatically shoved it in the inconsistently small pockets of my blazer.
The teacher narrowed her eyes once she reached the edge of my desk, carefully considering if there was something suspicious going on. But then just like a miracle, she fell for my acting as I pretended to write a random line down and walked away to another student somewhere at the front.
Time for Galactic Space Invasion again!
I sneakily poked one or two fingers in my small pockets and felt my phone still there. Well duh, it wasn't going to vanish anywhere, not when I could feel the heat of its long use warm against my skin!
My mobile phone was there... but so was something else...
Paper.
And not just any form of paper; one which was neatly folded twice into a square with perfectly crisp-clean edges. It was tiny in comparison to the device which I decided to leave.
Looking up from my desk to check for any unwanted witnesses, I unfolded the thin white piece of paper and gawped disappointingly at its secret contents.
A number.
A string of fourteen useless digits, written in small neat handwriting in the centre of the paper.
No words or names to associate it with. And not a single trace of whom it could have come from.
Just a phone number. That's it.
I was kind of let down as I thought it could have been a love note sent by a secret admirer of some sort. But it wasn't.
A phone number. What was I going to do with it and who's did it belong to?
Was I supposed to have even found out or have it in the first place..?
I could always dial to find out...
Oh yeah. But then there's something called common sense, which tells me to ignore the suspicious paper and get on with the lesson— err, I mean my game.
However much I tried to forget about the unknown number or trying to look as if I were concentrating in class, the idea of sneaking out my phone and confirming my queries did not leave me alone.
Calling an unknown number was obviously not safe...
And call me crazy but the digits, strangely consisting of mainly 8s and 0s, looked... well, kinda cute and 'bubbly'. I don't know how to put it but it oddly felt safe and pretty much looked okay with me. That might count, right?
"Hey, it's the end of class." A woman's voice caught my attention and I worriedly scrunched the piece of paper in my hand, the number already taking shape in my long-term memory. "What are you still doing here?"
"Huh- oh." The words and excuses I wanted to say were converted into a load of word scramble, stuck in my mouth. I realised the class was completely empty but for me. "Um.. I'll be going then."
"Don't forget to hand in your homework. It's due for next week."
"H-homework? Oh... yeah, I.. I won't forget."
"Good. Now enjoy the rest of your week!"
"I will!" I promised and lied. What girl like me could possibly enjoy their week with a bossy-boot Ryou breathing down their necks..? "See you next week, Miss."
Quickly bowing at the teacher who calmly sat marking away tests of all sorts on her crumbling old desk, I scampered out of the classroom and dearly wondered how I hadn't heard the excited swirl of students leaving from their last lesson. Or the crazy-loud school bell, for that matter.
Was I staring at that piece of paper, which is now sitting idly in the dustbin, for that long..?
I guess that was why the mysterious digits formed its shape and line in my memory without my consciousness of it. No matter how much I should probably forget about it... I just couldn't.
"Looks like I'll have to settle this and try it out for real."
The phone was slowly taken out again and I half-regretted doing this. But it was too late. I had already struck in the numbers and hit the call button without even reconsidering.
I unknowingly bit my lips and walked awkwardly out of school, the phone pressed to my ear, listening to the long series of double beeps.
"We're sorry but the person you were trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again."
Damn it. What do I do now?
Sighing, I took my mobile phone away from my ear and cancelled the call. It was all saddening, really. But then again I was quite happy I didn't end up talking to my potential stalker or killer.
Or... was I..?
I decided after deeply thinking about it that this was all just a silly matter not worth crying about. So smiling to the last of my school peers still lingering around the front entrance, I exited through the big black iron gates and began walking in the direction of the cafe.
My life is so darn difficult, I'd rather swap it for Pudding's.
Beep beep.
I took out my phone again and discovered I had received a text message from someone.
And guess what?
The unknown number...!
[Thank you]
What. Is that it? What was that supposed to mean, anyway..? And most importantly, who the freakin was it from?
[Who the heck are you?]
[Your smart good-looking boyfriend]
I immediately freaked out and squeezed the device close to my abdomen, staring at everything around me with wide round confused eyes.
[No. Who are you really?] I punched in the keys and feared who it was, but bravely did so anyway.
[I just told you, cutie. Your boyfriend ;)]
[Okay... So why thank me ?_?]
[I'll meet you there at the cafe. Don't be late now.]
OH MY GOD. STALKER! o_o
I was beginning to regret this like hell. Maybe I should just block 'his' number... if it even was a he.
[Really. When I find out who you are..]
[Oh, we've already met before.]
[Huh?]
[You seriously can't guess who I am?]
[NO. So quit joking around and tell me before I hunt you down and poke you with a pencil.]
[Haha, lolz.]
[Tell me now!]
[Nah. I'll let you figure it out for yourself, sweetie.]
Biting my lips in frustration with tension and anger creeping all over my skin, I huffingly locked the screen and angrily buried it back in my pockets. I crossed the first street after carefully examining the oncoming vehicles and shook my head with confusion; it was best just to let this slide and find out once I got to the cafe.
Another beep...
[Still can't guess?]
[Shut up and leave me alone]
I seriously can't keep up with this aggravating game anymore. Just when will he learn how to... Wait...
[If you want a clue, look up]
My eyes shot up from the screen and I frantically searched left and right, behind and in front and virtually everywhere all around me. As much as I tried finding a could-be person who might have been sending these awfully annoying texts, there was no one. The streets were pretty much empty, save for some petite school students in uniforms almost three times their size.
[...Stop messing around, whoever-you-are. I see no one.]
[Then you aren't looking hard enough.]
[Whatever.]
[Try the smexy and handsome boy in front of you..]
Wow. Talk about big-headed and arrogant.. I slightly shook my head as I scanned the entire layout of the road, my eyes suddenly noticing someone in the far distance. I squinted in the bright daylight and tried to make out the person in pretty white school uniform and grey tie. And I'm quite sure there was something like a smirk on his face along the lines of it.
Then I spotted it.
Green. Hair.
Oh... Hell... No...
I gasped at the dreadful scene before me, eyes expanding with so much shock they could literally fall out of their sockets. All means of living simply ended here. My life was over.
Another beep.
[Thanks for your phone number!]
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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