The rest of that weekend passed by without disturbance. It was peaceful, more then what I was used to. I was kind of surprised at that but didn't question it. It didn't happen too often.

Shawn and I started talking a lot more in the weeks that followed after that first interaction, and it was something to look forward to.

I found myself letting my thoughts drift back to Shawn and his arrogance, but honestly, I wanted to know more about him.

From most of what I found on his account, he wrote a lot, poems and song lyrics, some unfinished stories. It was beautiful, deep, one would say.

I found it being on my mind and I though about him and then I remembered the arrogance he had when we'd spoken and it just made me all the more confused. Why be arrogant when you're such a deep writer?

Maybe there was more to it that I wasn't reading in to. Then again, maybe not. I don't know.

All I really do know is that he seemed intrigued by me of all people even after he expressed his feelings about my blog.

It was frustrating to think about it especially before school, which was where I found myself thinking about him the most.

Like today, the Monday about three weeks after we had started talking. Monday's dragged on very slowly, more than any day ever could, beside Friday, and I felt very tired. Most of my thoughts kept turning to back to him.

At this point I knew a lot about his daily life and he knew a lot about mine.

Within the next couple of days, he knew all of my friends names and I knew all of his.

We'd often exchange stories of our days. I often did not leaving out a single detail because that's just how I felt. When it came to talking him, I was an open book, which was unusual to me. But just to speak to someone who didn't really know me, it just let me be a lot more open than usual.

During lunch that day, I checked my phone to see that I had a message from him.

"Do you by chance have a thing for Australian accents?"

I rolled my eyes, remembering how arrogant he could get.

Me: Who wants to know?

Him: I do, obviously.

Me: Interesting.

Him: So do you?

Me: Do I what?

Him: Like Australian accents?

Me: Yes why?

Him: Well because you like Five Seconds of Summer, I just wanted to see if that was the appeal.

Me: I don't just like them because of their accents. They're cute and funny and down to earth. I like their personality, the accent is just a bonus.

Him: You expect me to believe that?

Me: it's the truth. Believe it or not.

Him: Are you always this back and forth between being complicated and being open?

The bell rang then, startling me.

Me: I have to get to class, I'll talk to you later maybe?

My hopes to talk to him again were high weirdly enough.

Him: If fate allows it I guess.

Me: Goodbye Shawn.

I smiled at the screen and rolled my eyes.

Part of me liked talking to him, while the other part of me wondered why. He was just some guy on the internet, and for all I knew he could live in Canada, or Russia, or somewhere other than here. It tormented me on the inside, but I did my best to ignore it. I wanted know more about him, I really did. I could see that he had a deeper side to his soul than he let on. My curiosity about him was intense and I wanted to know more.

The rest of that day passed by without much incident to make me irritated which was pretty unusual, but that lasted until I got to the last class of the day when our teacher announced that a new student wold be arriving in our grade the next week .

"His name is Harry, and I want you all to make him feel welcome here," Mrs. Smith said smiling. I raised an eyebrow over at Lydia who was sitting right next to me. She was already looking at me and smirked.

"He sounds cute," she whispered over to me. I tried my best to not laugh.

"Yeah? Well, we'll see next week won't we?" I whispered back.

"I guess we will." She giggled as quietly as she could.

I spent the rest of the class trying to think of who he could be, what he would look like, and trying to avoid looking at Lydia so I wouldn't laugh or something.

By the end of the day all that the class could talk about was the new kid. Some said he was British, complete with an accent, others said he was kicked out of an old school over a big fight.

So a bad boy?

There were already rumors and the boy hadn't even set foot in the school.

This would be interesting.

I got yet another message from him a few minutes after I got home.

"I'm pretty sure you're home by now so you're obligated to answer my question."

I rolled my eyes, he could be really arrogant sometimes.

Me: And how would you know I was home, stalker?

Him: I'm pretty sure we live in the same time zone and it's 3:13, so I don't think you'd still be at school by now.

Me: Well okay then, you really are creepy.

Him: Oh come on Alexia, I know you're just dying to know more about me.

Me: Truth be told, I am. You're a huge mystery to me and my curiosity is reaching dangerous levels.

Him: You know, curiosity did kill the cat

Me: Yeah, but satisfaction brought it back so maybe it's your turn to answer some questions from me.

Him: Not until you answer mine first

Me: Fine, what was it again?

Him: To paraphrase, are you always back and forth between being complicated and being open?

Me: We've talked for a while, you should have figured it out by now.

Him: Come on, be serious. We never really talk like this.

Me: Ah well it depends.

Him: On?

Me: ... How well I know you. Somethings I can be open about, mainly if they're vague.

Him: Okay then what's with the back and forth part?

Me: Oh that? That's just me messing with you ;)

Him: Oh? Funny, for once

Me: Shut it, time to answer some questions from me.

Him: Okay okay, what do you want to know?

Me: Okay... For starters, just how old are you?

Him: Umm, 162, I've been around for a long while

Me: Come on, be serious.

Him: I'm 16, a senior. I skipped a grade.

Me: Wow, an intelligent boy

Him: Indeed I am. And aren't you a junior?

Me: That is what you are when you're 16, mostly so...

Him: Look at that, she really does have a sense of humor.

Me: Yeah and it's better than yours

Him: You keep telling yourself that.

Me: Anyways, where are you from?

Him: Well... I was born in Canada, but my family moved to the states for work and all when I was eight.

Me: And now you live in?

Him: That I think I'll keep to myself

Of course, I thought to myself. There was a small piece of me that had hoped that he wouldn't be difficult about it but I decided not to push it. He probably didn't live here anywhere around here anyway.Any hope of that was just a lost cause.

Me: ... Interesting.

Him: You really want to know

Me: Well of course, but I'm not going to push this one, you'll just be difficult about it anyway.

Him: You're right about that one. You really are starting to get to know me better.

Me: Oh, whatever.

Him: Anymore questions then?

Me: Do you like writing?

Him: I take it you've looked at my page.

Me: It's only the logical thing to do.

Him: True. I do like writing, a lot. It takes a lot the bullshit in my life away momentarily.

Me: So an escape?

Him: Basically.

I didn't respond to that. Instead I took a bit of time to think about what he'd said. We all need escapes in our lives, his was just writing to fulfill his.

Him: Hey, Alexia?

Me: ...Yes?

Him: Do you trust me?

Me: Haha no. My mom told me to never trust strangers over the Internet.

Him: Ha ha. Well I guess you'll never know.

Me: Know what?

Him: What my voice sounds like?

I was taken aback. What the hell was he talking about?

Me: ... Go on?

Him: I have a proposal that we exchange phone numbers, just for fun.

Me: Fun? But you can trace my number

Him: And you can trace mine so it's a double hit.

Me: ...This sounds so stupid.

Him: And at the same time the idea intrigues you.

Me: And how would you know that?

Him: Because I can tell what kind of person you are. You want passion and adventure... and maybe even a little danger while you're at it.

Me: Well since you know me so well... Fine we'll trade numbers.

Him: You wanna go first or should I?

I hesitated. This was incredibly stupid of me, but he was right, I did want some danger in my life. And I was, being as stupid as possible, even though part of me did subconsciously trust him. He could be a serial killer posing as some sad boy.

I decided to say fuck it and gave him my number. He called me no more than two minutes later, at least I assumed it was him. I narrowed my eyes at the number, it had the same area code as mine.

I shook my head and answered it Maybe it was a mistake?

"Hello?" I said into the phone. I could hear rustling in the background, which made me nervous.

"Hi, Alexia," he said and my heart dropped, nervously. His voice was decently deep and it kind of made me feel a bit attracted to him. He sounded cute at least.

"H-hi," I stuttered back. He laughed, it was adorable, quiet and slow. I bit my lip trying to control my nervousness.

"Do I make you nervous or something?"

"Wh-what? No, I just... You're just... Fuck." He laughed again, making my heart hurt a little.

"Yeah, I have that effect on people."

"Wow, you're even more arrogant over the phone," I said, gaining some more confidence.

"I get that a lot." I could tell he was smiling.

"Whatever you say." The thought of his phone number came back to me and I frowned.

"You have the same area code as me?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Oh, you saw that, didn't you?" he said quietly.

"Yeah, care to explain?"

He was quiet for a second before he responded.

"I don't really know how to."

"Oh really?"

"Okay, to be fair I never said I had to tell you where I lived and I didn't think you'd think to tell where I was just by my number. I just moved 2 years after being there and to Wisconsin, specifically to the same city as you."

"So you lied?"

"Yes," he said, plain and simple.

"Okay, then where are you? We could meet or something?" I offered, getting ahead of myself.

"I don't think I'm ready for that."

"Do you think we've seen each other before?"

"We have, you just didn't know it was me."

"Wait, where?" I asked. He chuckled and sighed.

"I think I'll leave that to another time. I have to go."

"Wait, Shawn, you have to tell me that we'll meet."

"We'll see," he said chuckling again. The line went dead then and he was gone.

This was really going to get complicated.