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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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HOW IRONIC MY lifeis. It's as if I've rewinded it before Phone Stealer happened and I'm back with my old friends in a smelly frat party.
Now it's almost the same, except my phone's been stolen and I'm with new friends, Brent and Carla and Jeremiah, and I'm meeting Phone Stealer.
"Music's too loud! I hate parties, damn." Brent shouts over the booming music and I nod in agreement. Carla drags us over to the couch as we all sit down with a thud, already losing sight of our surroundings.
Hundreds of people bumping against one another is too much for me.
Carla rolls her eyes, letting out a laugh and sipping from her drink.
"Stop complaining, you two! This is so much fun!"
"Why are you so happy tonight?" I nudge her, wincing as someone steps on my shoes.
I have a feeling Carla's waiting for a certain boy. She keeps adjusting her clothes, straightening her hair and looking over at the door at any time given. I would know because I'm waiting for a boy, too and doing the exact same things.
Phone Stealer might be in the same room as me, hell, he might be behind me as I speak.
I itch to turn around but debate against it, realising I'm seated on a couch. I'm dying to know his identity and can't believe I'm finding out tonight, finally, after so many months.
My heart tugs against my ribcage, my thoughts swirling, reminiscing Phone Stealer's last message. Is he really going to kiss me? Am I even going to like him?
He might be a friend of mine, for all I know.
Brent elbows Carla. "Where's Sam?"
"He's coming soon."
I join in, "What about Jeremiah? Where is he? He completely disappeared."
"Don't know," Brent says. "With Sam on the loose, might as well stay home." He bursts out laughing, then stops when Carla glares.
I sip from my drink, anxiousness getting to me.
> Where are you?
"Who you texting?"
I look up in fear, quickly hiding the Nokia between my palms.
Carla's leaned over me, peeking at Brent who's head is dived in his phone. I heave a sigh of relief.
"No one," Brent mumbles. "It's none of your business, anyway." He looks up, hissing at his sister.
"Maybe some girl," I sing, playfully bumping my fist against Carla's, taking advantage of the situation.
"Girl? Who'd ever take a guy like him?" she cackles.
Brent stops, ticking his jaw, glaring at Carla. He's silent for the first time and that makes me worried. He walks away, sipping from his drink as his eyes avert away from us.
