After I was excused from the horrendous dinner, I went upstairs to check my phone.
"2 new messages." I pressed the button and read the messages, hoping that they were from Adrian. They weren't. Actually, I didn't even recognize the number they were sent from.
"Tori howz adrian doing" and "o btw thiz iz stephen"
I was so confused. How did Stephen get my number, and why did he care about Adrian? I tapped the keys in a reply.
"How did you get my number, and why do you care about Adrian??" Only a minute after I sent the message, I got a response.
"i got ur # from sierra- that gurlz in luv wit me and so she will do anything i say. and i wuz just curius"
He was really killing me with all the spelling and grammatical mistakes. I threw my phone on my fluffy bed and turned the radio on, but I couldn't get a signal. I turned it off and sat down on my bed and started to cry about Adrian again, but my sobs were interrupted by my phone's message tone. I checked the message.
"tori howz adrian i just wanna no i no im not alwayz nice 2 u and him but i think i deserv to no wat happend 2him anser back plz"
I rolled my eyes and put my phone on silent, then shoved it in the drawer of my desk. There was no freakin' way I was going to tell Stephen what was going on. I changed into a pair of black sweatpants and an old t-shirt and threw my hair into a messy bun on the top of my head. Then, I laid down and went to sleep.
Or, I tried to, at least. But all that I could think about was Adrian. Adrian, Adrian, Adrian.