Around 11 AM, I video-called Stace from my laptop because I was bored.
"Sup?" she asked.
"I'm alone here so just wanted to talk. I hope you're free." I said.
"I am. Wait, what's that in your ear?" she asked.
"I hurt myself with an ear-swab." I answered.
"What?" she started laughing.
"Not funny." I said.
"Anyway, who's your prom date?" She asked.
"I won't even go there." I said," Who cares about a stupid night?"
"Yeah, totally not a reason for you to be single." She said sarcastically.
"How about you? Who are you going to ask?" I asked, although I was least interested in knowing. I just wanted to shift the attention from myself.
"Probably Elijah. He's everyone's fantasy. A junior though." She answered.
"Cringe. There's no such thing as fantasy." I said.
"What about paranormal?" she giggled.
"That too doesn't exist. There's only alive or dead." I said. The word 'dead' reminded me of Ethan again.
"So then-" she was saying but I quickly told her that I had to shower and ended the call.
I breathed out," Stop it already. Get a hold of yourself." I said to myself and went to the bathroom to shower.
Before taking off my clothes, I felt like someone was around me. I looked around and checked the whole bathroom and even though there was not even a mosquito or something, I still felt like I was being watched.
I didn't dare to take off my clothes and skipped showering.
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The Third Word
Mystery / ThrillerA text that changed her life. __________________________________________________ Gwen Smith had a crush on Ethan, a very charming and kind guy from the classroom down the corridor, since 2 years. But she never uttered a single word in front of him o...
