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Andrew, I know you're reading this, stttaaahhpp

Y/n POV

My mom will never understand how weird it feels to have her bring in a guy I don't know, expecting me to act like he is my dad. She grew up with two loving parents, and is continuing to live that way. Her parents are still together to this day, deciding to never argue or fight in front of her. She'll never understand how guilty I feel for someone to expect me to replace my dad. With him gone, only a phone screen to talk to in his place, I am expected to replace him. So soon, too?

If she understood, she wouldn't be bringing in a random guy. Yeah, shes happy, but she can keep him separate from me. I don't want to know this guy, especially so soon. He doesn't even look trustworthy. If he were a stranger passing on the street, I'd assume he is a sadist.

I don't trust his cold stare behind the brown irises. His oddly pale skin covering his tall form, an arm covered in colorful tattoos. Most likely Being in his mid or late thirties, I would think he's beginning to regret his decisions of getting a sleeve tattoo. An inappreciably hole is shown on his left nostril, indicating he's had a piercing but no longer wears it.

My mother grins widely, Gesturing towards the sadist. "Y/n, this is James."

"Really?" I raise my eyebrow sarcastically. "I thought he was Norman Reedus."
(Bigbaldhead :P)

Mom sends me a strict look, causing the annoyed sigh and eye roll from me.

"I apologize," I plaster an obviously fake smile on my face. "It's nice to meet you."

"No need," James grins, holding his hand out. "but Rick is better than Daryl." He jokes.
(The WALKING DEAD REFERENCES...Daryl is the best character and no one can say otherwise.)

I resist the urge to roll my eyes yet again. "I said Norman Reedus, not Daryl Dixon. I could know who Norman is but not watch The Walking Dead. I could be terribly confused of who Rick and Daryl were, but luckily for you, I'm not."

"So, I've heard you're very involved in school activities." James nods, changing the subject.

I scoff. "Who told you that?"

"I did, who else would?" Mom chuckles.

"All I do is go to the basketball games with Lake and sometimes football games." I roll my eyes. "How is that "Very involved with school activities"?"

"Same thing." She nervously laughs it off.

"Very different." I disagree.

James decided to change the subject. "You like basketball?"

I glare into his brown eyes harshly. "Yeah, whats it to you?"

"I-I was-" James started, staring at me with a expression showing no other emotion than confusion.

"Y/n, don't start this." Mom mumbles through clenched teeth, interrupting James.

I roll my eyes once again. "I'm sorry," I grin, meeting eyes with James. "Yes, I take a liking towards the sport. It is very intriguing." My gaze turns to my mother. "Better?" My fake smile and happy tone falls.

Instead of answering, she simply rolls her eyes. James pushed the awkward tension away and tried again at starting a conversation again. "What are other things you enjoy?"

"You know, simple things." I shrug. "Reading, friends, anything but this interaction."

"Y/n," My mother sighs.

"Oh, I apologize again." I smile sweetly. "Am I not meeting your expectations? No worry, let me just push aside all my thoughts about this-" I motion between James and me. "-and continue to let you control me."

"I'm not doing this right now." She sent me an intimidating glare.

I grin innocently. "Neither am I." I take this as my time to leave. Making my way towards my room upstairs, I ignore her whispered apologies to James. My phone vibrated in my pocket, temporarily taking my mind off of the sadist in the house. The time on the bright screen read 7:42pm. The star The brought us light and heat was already down for the night, and taking action of doing so earlier every day as it neared winter.

A notification took place on the screen overtop the background of Rowen and me goofing around with the filters on snapchat. The unnamed student I had yet to reply to had messaged me again, reminding me of their existence on my phone.

(Random number stuuuuffff)
You dead?? XD

Chuckling quietly to myself, I shut my bedroom door and unlock my phone to reply. Without a second thought, I fall onto the surface of my bed and ignored anything I should be doing, beginning to type my reply.

You
Sadly, no XD

The bubble at the bottom of the screen popped up, indicating they were typing. It wasn't long before they replied. Before I could answer them, they began typing again.

(Numbers)
Don't say that...

Are you okay?

A genuine smile formed on my face. It felt nice to know someone cared, even with my name and identity hidden. Its nice to know there are still good people in the world who don't need to know people to care about them.

You
I'm fine, I was only joking. Thanks for asking though.

The anticipation for their next reply wasn't long, for it was a short message.

(I hate how I'm doing this)
Okay...

They quickly changed the subject, leaving the depressing section behind in the messages to overflow off screen while other bubbles pile underneath.

(Oof)
Whats your name?

I roll my eyes at them. They can't just say a few words, attempting at earning my trust, and ask for my name so they know who I am. It wont be that easy. My name is (not) a very generic name after all, it (would/wouldn't) give away as to who I am.

You
Not gonna be that easy, bud :P

Call me Blue. What should I call you?

It was a minute or two before thy responded. The bubble blew up and deflated multiple times before they replied with a solid answer. They were clearly thinking through the variety of options of what they could be called for the time being before we find the others' identity.

(Cheese whiz)
Call me Darling

I hold back a laugh at that. Darling? Why Darling? Out of all the names there are in the world, they pick Darling?

You
Darling?

They didn't keep me waiting as long as they did the previous time. However, they didn't give me enough time to change their contact name before I was hit with another question.

(South Side Serpents)
Yes, Darling. Problem?

Can I at least know your gender?

Debating on if I should say or not didn't take long. There are many females in our school, I highly doubt they would know who I was if I were to say something as simple as my gender.

You
Female
(If you're male(Like Andrew), you can change it!)
What about you? Am I confidential enough yet?

Of course, once again, their reply was fast. They never tend to keep me waiting.

(Look at all those chickens)
Male *eyebrow dances*

I allowed a small laugh to fall out, filling the silent room with the small noise. Before I reply, I quickly changed his contact name to Darling, staring at the new contact. How different it was from the rest. All of them had actual names, but this one was just Darling. Last name, possibly? Last names can be pretty odd.(Panic! Anyone?) No, nobody has Darling as their last name last I was aware of. The person we're assigned to is in our grade, so I would know. Unless we had a new student I am oblivious about. But revealing your last name could give it away instantly, or at least took out the majority of the grade, allowing you to slowly narrow it down to one person. That would take the whole point of this "game" away.

Rowen was correct about something for once. It can be pretty aggravating.

Hey, look at that! A longer chapter!

Hope you're enjoying so far! :P

I wasn't too fond of the way I made it when they were messaging each other. I didn't know how else to do it though, so I just went with it. :/

See y'all lovelies later! <3