Andria's POV
I hesitated, fingers hovering over the keyboard. I wondered how he got my digits. Then I typed.
Me: Do you care to explain how you got my digits?
Zade: Well, let's say that you are a student in Ashwood Academy, and I have my way around things.
Oh yes, how dumb of me not to remember the academy's group chat.
Me: Oh, I see you are stealing my number from group chats now.
Zade: Well, you got your answer, now back to my question
Me: I needed space, it's nothing personal.
He didn't reply for a minute. Then:
Zade: It's all for the best, not like I care.
Then a smiling emoji.
Really?
Is he trying to be cute, or just plain irritating?
I stared at the message for a while, thinking about what he meant by that, and why he was interested enough to have my number, and suddenly didn't care.
And then it hit me, of course, he doesn't care, he was just being nosy. That's all this is. I hissed, locked my screen, and tossed the phone onto my nightstand.
