I know that she’s no doubt safely tucked up in her dorm, since she’s not the type to want to go out and party often. It’s honestly a miracle that her friends managed to drag her out that night at the club and thank fuck they did, because we wouldn’t be where we are now if they didn’t.
I pull out my burner phone, opting to text her from this phone, knowing that she won’t reply. I’ll call her from my actual phone once I get home and have a real conversation with her, at least that way I’ll be able to hear any uncertainty in her voice. From the way the note was worded, it seems that whoever left it was only leaving a message for me, and I don’t think they’d leave anything like that for Gracie.
Besides, even if they did, she’d probably just think it was about her and me, not her and the masked stalker.
I haven’t visited her in the mask lately, knowing that I need to take a step back from the deception now that I’m finally with her. Dating her? Seeing her? I don’t know, I just know that she is finallyminein some sense of the word and I don’t want to lose her, and I’d sure as hell lose everything I’ve worked so hard for if she found out the truth.
I quickly type out a message telling her I can’t stop thinking about her before throwing the phone in the cup holder and turning on the car.
Only, rather than the usual silence, my burner phone dings with a message.
That’s… odd.
The only person who has that number is Gracie, but Gracieneverreplies to the messages I send her from that phone.
I quickly swipe up the cell, brows furrowing as I read the text from the lock screen.
My Gracie
I can’t stop thinking about you either.
What the fuck?
My heart thunders in my chest I stare down at the screen before unlocking it and my thumb flies across the screen to reply. Has she somehow got the numbers confused? Did she see the text and automatically assume that it was me texting her without reading the caller ID?
You can’t, huh?
She must have been waiting for a response, because the text bubble with three dots pops up straight away to tell me that she’s replying.
My Gracie
I really can’t.
Oh yeah? I’ve still been watching you, love. I know that you’ve been going out with your brother’s friend.
I want to make sure she actually knows who she’s texting, since this is completely out of the ordinary and there’s no way the message won’t clue her in to who she’s actually messaging.
My Gracie
So?
So?Fuckingso?
Rage bubbles up inside of me. She’s been dating me, and yet she’s texting with some other guy who she doesn’t even know. Granted, that guy is me, butshedoesn’t know that. He could be anyone, and she’s telling him that she can’t stop thinking about him?
I thought we were in a good place, but clearly, I was wrong if she’s still thinking about anyone else but me.
But she is thinking about me.
I shake my head, my mind a jumbled mess of confusion, anger, and jealousy.
Jesus Christ, I’m jealous ofmyself.
But I can’t help it, I can’t stop feeling the madness that’s trying to take over that she would do this to me.
This day really is fucking with me.
What are you doing with that guy when it’s me you really want?
