Page 56 of Backfire
This was much more fun.
Come on, happy little sunshine girl, just a few more steps…
“Let’s see how full of smiles you are tomorrow,” I whispered and released the water-filled latex balloon in my hand.
My moment of amusement was short-lived. For a small thing, she was fast. I barely had time to enjoy her scream before she darted back under cover.
Damnit.
I considered leaning out my window to get a better look, but my phone distracted me. It dinged for a text, pulling my attention away, which was probably a good thing. Something told me Angus would be even less impressed with my water ballooning than he was my book hitting.
Sighing, I reached out to scoop up my phone.
There weren’t a ton of people who would contact me. Maybe like three, and two of those were adults like Perry who would message to check in. But I did exchange numbers with Fiona, and for some reason, I was dying to bitch to someone about my current situation.
Not that I was one of those girls who constantly complained about how unfair their parents were, but this shit wasn’t right. I was seventeen, not twelve. I didn’t need someone telling me what to do. I could take care of myself.
Huh? Maybe I was one of those girls.
It didn’t matter because the text wasn’t from Fiona.
Unknown number: Bring me your phone.
I rolled my eyes. It didn’t take a genius to figure who would send a demanding text like that. And considering I had Angus’s number logged in my contacts as Uptight Suit, I highly doubted it was him. Which left one other person.
Me: Jesus, is that you?
Unknown number: Do you have a problem listening? Bring me your phone!
The ironic thing was I could actually kind of hear his arrogant tone barking those words out.
Me: Technically, I’m not listening to anything. Now if you had asked if I had a problem reading…
Unknown number: Don’t play games with me.
Me: I’m just pointing out facts.
He was the one who decided to call it a game. It was kind of fun poking at him, though. I couldn’t help but wonder how many texts it would take to get him to type his name?
Unknown number: You have five minutes.
Oh, I was being timed, was I? There was a shocker.
Me: You do know that harassment is illegal in all fifty states.
Unknown number: What the hell are you talking about?
Me: Well, what would you call texting threats to some random stranger?
Unknown number: You know damn well who this is.
Me: According to my caller ID, it’s unknown number 555-6347.
Unknown number: Stop fucking around!
Me: You should probably know that I’m only seventeen.
Any disappointment I had about missing the look in soaked Mary Sunshine’s face disappeared when a muffled curse vibrated through the wall from the room next to mine. This was definitely more fun.
