The Unknown Number
Curiosity getting the better of her, Lexa tore through the wrapping paper as quickly as possible. She tossed the crumpled paper on the floor just inside her apartment, locking the door quickly, and set off towards her class at a brisk pace, clutching the book in her hand.
Her feet carried her down the familiar path without thought, and Lexa finally examined the gift. She ran her thumb along supple leather and flipped it over, stumbling as the multitude of colors assaulted her eyes. She was holding her very own rainbow-colored notebook. Lexa let out a bark of laughter as she stuffed the book in her bag. Clarke was something else.
She made it just in time and slid into her usual seat without a problem. The lecture was riveting, and before she knew it, the hour was almost up. With about ten minutes left of class, Lexa felt her pocket vibrate, startling her right out of her seat. The professor didn’t seem to notice, but Lexa had to give a threatening glare to a freshman seated to her left. The poor teenager shrunk into her seat and trained her eyes forward.
Lexa didn’t bother checking her phone. Class was almost over, but when the reminder buzz came through, Lexa couldn’t help her curiosity. She pulled the phone out, and doing her best to hide it in her lap, unlocked the screen.
Unknown Number:
Do you have the notebook with you?
Unknown Number:
A friend. Answer the question, please!
Unknown Number:
Make sure it's handy.
Lexa Woods:
Who is this?
Lexa Woods:
Umm, yes.
Lexa glanced up just as the professor was dismissing the class and began to gather her things, her mind racing with the unknown number texts. It had to be Clarke. Clarke was the only person who knew about that crazy scheme of hers as far as Lexa was aware. Unless she told her friends about it, and now one of the soccer players was trying to pull a cruel practical joke on her.
Lexa was so caught up in the whirlwind of crazy scenarios that she didn’t even see that guy approaching her until it was too late.
“Hey, Lexa. Are you ready for the test next week?”
Lexa stashed her pen in its proper holder and put on a very pained smile as she answered. “Yep.”
“Oh, well, I’m making pretty high marks in the class. I can help you, or if you’re sure you know the material, we could, you know…”
Lexa didn’t even hear whatever unwarranted and lame attempt the boy was spewing from his clueless and rather rude mouth because her phone buzzed in her hand once again.
Unknown Number:
Hold up your notebook
Lexa’s free hand hovered near the opening of her messenger bag. She could risk going along with this little scheme knowing it could be Clarke, or it could be someone trying to humiliate her. She could just ignore the text and try and escape this awful boy on her own.