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"I have a problem.
The name Eva Hawkins has been running through my mind several times the past four weeks.
That's what usually happens when a boy starts developing feelings for a girl. I woul...
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••• This book is a short story. Contains mixed dialogue, swearing, heavy content, love 🥴🥰. Read at your own risk.
This book is also very old. I've written it at 14 (I'm 20 now) and finished it years later. please don't judge! i edit this book when i can! enjoy xx •••
Welcome to "Now You Know Me". I hope you enjoy! And thank you so much for checking it out x
This story is just for fun! Do not take anything seriously.
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Eva | X * 4:45 AM Sunday, August 13th, 2014 *
> Hey!
> I know you have my phone!
> I'm going to report this to the police right this instant!
> It's preferable to surrender right now before your stay in prison expand.
> God, I don't get it! Why did you have to steal my phone? It cost me an arm and a leg!
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A knock on my door stops my finger from sending the last message. "What?" I ask reluctantly, my voice weak.
"Eva? You're alright there?" My dad asks and I nod silently, completely forgetting that we're in separate rooms.
Right after I stepped inside my house, I rushed to my room and locked myself in, not willing to speak to dad, nor wanting him to see me in this state.
I've already sobered up a bit, but I can easily admit that tonight was one of the worst nights ever. God bless my nonexistent self control.
"I'm okay," I mumble.
"You seemed pretty upset, back there," he adds. "Do you need anything?"
"Dad, no. You can go to sleep." I raise my voice to emphasize my point. I hear him sigh.
My heart aches for him but I'm in a bad situation here. If I ever tell him, he would not only shoot me in my brain cells, but bury me under my bed, too.
I might be exaggerating a little.
The old phone that I'm currently using chimes and I quickly look down at my trembling fingers. I've never dealt with a psychopath at the other end of the line and that's tremendously stressful.
< You have the wrong number.
> I'm sorry?
< No worries.
> I'm the owner of the phone you stole!
< No.
> We both know I'm right!
> Please give me back my phone!
< Fine.
< Have a nice day.
> What?
> Come back!
> I need my phone!
> Please!
< I'll think about it.
> No, now!
< Can't do.
> $500.
< Excuse me?
> $525
> $550. Last bid.
< This isn't about money.
> Then what is it about?!
< Are you still drunk?
> You saw me?
< I got your phone.
> ... No.
> I'm not anymore.
< Good.
> Who are you?
< Nobody.
> Fine! Be this way.
> I'm going to figure out who you are and get my phone back, you watch me.
