Unknown Number // Chris + Eva

5.

THURSDAY 3:41PM

Contact 'Creepy Dude' has been created successfully.

Hi, are you okay?

Creepy Dude: oh my gOD

Creepy Dude: is THE Eva Mohn actually texting me first??

Creepy Dude: im screenshotting this and framing it, i'll put it on my bedroom wall

Stop. You didn't answer my question.

Creepy Dude: i'm effulgent

Really? Then how come you haven't texted me in two days??

You are not going to believe this but I actually missed a little your irksome ass.

Creepy Dude: I'm flattered

Creepy Dude: been sick the past two days, couldn't even move from bed

Oh my god, do you feel better now?

Creepy Dude: now that you texted me, much better

You know, it's funny because Penetrator Chris hasn't been to school in two days aswell ahahah someone said he was really ill

Creepy Dude: weird

I know right.

Creepy Dude: so.. how come you texted me?

I already said it, you won't get me to say it again you trick fucker.

Creepy Dude: its so funny seeing you text 'trick fucker' or 'irksome ass'

Whatever you say boy.

Creepy Dude: so what? do you know who I am already?

Nope, not yet. I will tho.

Creepy Dude: how will you do that??

I have no idea, you are either a second or third year so I'm erasing everyone in my year.

Creepy Dude: that's still a lot of people that could be texting you.

But not all of them have as many contacts as you have to have to know my last name in matter of minutes.

I'm deleting all girls from second and third year.

Creepy Dude: still a few lots of people

Second years wouldn't text someone like you do so I'm guessing you are a third year.

Am I right?

Creepy Dude: maybe.....

Literally EVERYONE in the third year has contacts everywhere what the fuck am I supposed to do now?

Creepy Dude: keep thinking, I know something will com up in your little smart bariny head

You really want me to find out who you are?

Creepy Dude: lol not really

Well I gotta go to class now. Bye.

Creepy Dude: bye

THURSDAY 5:11PM

I'm about to find out who you are.

Creepy Dude: oh shit