Chapter 2: TEXTS
"Mila! Wake up! I'm leaving in 30 minutes, so be downstairs," my mother called, knocking at the door.
My eyes fluttered open, I grabbed my phone, and then my alarm rang. I needed a ride to school because my car was still in Montreal and would hopefully be brought over by the end of the day.
I dragged myself out of bed and got dressed. Teeth brushed, earrings in place, and hair neatly combed, I got my backpack and headed downstairs—right in time before my mother was out of the door.
"You're in a hurry to leave today," I said to her as I got in the front seat.
"It's the first day and I want to be there," she replied, fastening her seatbelt.
"Dad already left?"
"Yeah, they picked him up at 7 am right after I woke you up. He has business at the bank finalizing some papers for the firm," she replied smiling. "Sorry about breakfast, you'll have to grab something at school."
"I'm not that hungry. Just a bit nervous that's all," I replied.
"You'll do great."
My school, Toronto National College, was 15 minutes away. I was accepted to join their Photography and Criminology classes, and I only had a year left since most of my classes were done in Montreal.
"Here we are, love. I'll pick you up later since I won't be at the office that long today," she said.
"Text me when you're about to get here," I replied, slipping out of the car.
"Sure thing, have a nice day pumpkin!" she called out, driving away.
I turned and gave her a slight wave and walked towards the grey building in front of me. I was relieved to find the reception easily. It was well placed to the left, a few feet from the entrance, with a clear sign board indicating "RECEPTION OFFICE."
The young lady at the desk had beautiful black hair and fair skin. Seated at her computer typing away was Caroline – at least that's what the tag on her blouse said.
"Excuse me," I said, tiptoeing a bit.
"Yes, how may I help you?" She replied looking away from her work and smiling sweetly at me.
"It's my first day here. I received an email saying I should drop by here before classes."
"Ah, yes. What's your name? We have a few new transfers this semester," she said, looking at her computer ready to type.
"Mila Kate Blanc."
"You just transferred from Montreal?" She asked, typing in my details.
"Yes, that's me."
"Your first class is in a few minutes. I just printed out a schedule for you, but you can find everything you need on the school website once you officially sign in."
"Thank you," I said as she handed me the papers.
"Have a lovely first day," she replied smiling.
I glanced at my schedule; it wasn't that bad. I had a couple of early classes, but I could manage. My first class was in 10 minutes and on the third floor. I walked briskly towards the elevator and got in just in time before the doors closed.
It was packed but I had some room. My phone buzzed and I fumbled with the papers, trying to get it without elbowing the girl beside me. I glanced at the screen and noticed that the message was from an unknown number.
'I have to say, blonde does wonders to your complexion.'
I froze and looked around the elevator, frantic. A slight chill ran through my body. The elevator doors opened, and I walked out with the small crowd.
I glanced at my phone one more time, it had to be a scam. I was used to receiving random texts and calls back in Montreal, so this had to be the same, right?
Maybe the message was meant for another girl with blonde hair. I decided to shake it off and go about my day. Just as I was about to put my phone back into my pocket and walk into class, it buzzed. Twice.
'Welcome to Photography Class.'
'See you around.'
What the f—! My heart pounded heavily against my chest. I turned to see if anyone was behind me. The hallway was nearly empty as the rest of the students disappeared into their classes.
What was this, Gossip girl?
The thoughts of Andrew being behind all this scratched at the walls of my mind. There was no way, was there? He had managed to get my mother's cellphone number, but what would he gain from torturing me?
This was not the day I was going to lose my marbles. I took a deep breath and proceeded to class.
The air was heavy with anticipation as I walked to the front and took a seat, two rows from the smartboard and close to the aisle. The walls had portraits and landscapes of different people and places.
The one closest to me was a portrait of a young girl, shot in black and white. She was seated on a barrel and was staring right at the photographer, right at me. I quickly looked away and dived into my backpack to fish out my notebook and pencil case.
I placed my phone on my notebook and bent down to securely store my backpack away from leg traffic. Coming back up, from the corner of my eye, I saw my phone slide off the desk. I stretched my hand to grab it and then bumped my head.
"Ouch!" I gasped.
"Woah, careful there! Are you okay?"
I looked up just in time to stare at a set of quite manly and well-manicured hands, place my phone back on the desk.
"Thanks," I replied, looking all the way up, desperately rubbing my head. "That was a nice save—Dave? What are you doing here?"
"Well, weird meeting you here," Dave answered, turning a little red on his cheeks. "I am surprised you remembered my name. Since you know mine, may I ask you what yours is?"
"Mila," I replied smiling.
"Well Mila, do you mind if I join you?" He asked, gesturing to the seat beside me.
"Not at all."
I suddenly felt guilty for never texting him, let alone saving his number. Karma sure has the perfect timing.
He took off his leather jacket and swung it over the back of his chair. Now that he was closer and I was paying attention, I took in his features. His auburn hair was in the neatest pompadour cut, his beard was well-shaven, and judging from his toned arms, he either frequented the gym or had a keen at-home workout!
Buzzzz. Buzzzz.
I stared at my phone as it buzzed, face down on the desk. Please, stop buzzing!
"Are you going to get that?"
"Huh? Uh—no. It's nothing important," I replied, smiling nervously.
Buzzzz. Buzzzz.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," I replied, throwing it in my backpack.
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