Harry was lovely, but I didn't text him after the date, hoping to start giving hints that I wasn't interested in a second one.

He was kind and all, but I just hadn't felt like I could really open up. It wasn't great. The conversation was awkward and choppy and I'm sure he could feel it, too. If he asked for a second date, I would probably just say no.

Dating sucked.

I could hear laughing and loud chatter as I opened the door to my apartment. Cassidy sat on the couch, knees to her chest, fingers stuck out with wet navy blue nail polish neatly painting each nail. Her friend, Dane, sat on the floor across from her. He meticulously was helping her paint her toenails a shade of dark purple. The window for our apartment was left open, letting in a cool breeze and letting out the toxic smell of nail polish.

"Hey, babe, what's up?" Cassidy asked as I dropped my keys down on the marble counter and dragged myself towards my room, defeated.

"Nothing really...," I mumbled. "The date went bad."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Cassidy genuinely looked disappointed. "He seemed cute."

"Yup. The conversation was horrid."

"Hm. Makes sense." Cassidy blew on her fingernails. "Also, some random guy came by while you were gone. He said you told him to meet you here?"

I frowned. "Ummm, I don't think so."

Cassidy also seemed quite confused. "He was very certain that he had just been texting you. Said his name was... crap, what was it again?"

"Stephen," Dane chimed in.

"Yeah, right! Stephen. He apparently lives in the building a couple floors down."

"He must have gotten me mixed up with someone else. I don't know who he was talking to, but it definitely wasn't me," I replied. 

Cassidy shrugged. "Maybe he got the wrong door?."

"Maybe. I guess let me know if he comes back?" I offered. Maybe it was someone in a class that I was in. Like a lab partner or something. I was taking a biology lab, and we were apparently switching lab partners pretty soon, but I hadn't checked my notifications to see whether we'd been assigned yet.

"Of course. Also, wanna join us? I have blue, purple, silver, platinum, rose gold...," Cassidy listed. She pulled different colors off the couch next to here and placed them on the table in front of her as she spoke.

 I grabbed the platinum. It was a sparkly, iridescent white. "Hmmmm, what is it for?"

"Friday night. Some frat is hosting a huge spacey, alien-themed party. You should come!"

I wasn't sure I wanted to knowing who could be there. "Possibly. I have to go finish some homework now. Sorry I can't join." I knew how Cassidy was and didn't want to accidentally get roped into definitively attending the party on Friday. Plus, I had other things to do this weekend. I was pretty sure the Poetry Club was having their monthly reading on Friday night.

I wasn't near professional with my poetry writing, but I enjoyed the feedback that I'd get from everyone else. It was a pretty small group, only around ten people, but we usually had snacks and tea. Cassidy would understand if I skipped out on the space party for that.

And yeah, I had missed last month's meeting for a similar party-type event, and it hadn't turned out in my favor. It hadn't even been that great of a party and I'd ended up leaving early because of how awkward I'd felt.

I headed into my bedroom and shut the doors, before turning on the fairy lights strung up around my bed. I opened the blinds on the windows, letting in a small ounce of moonlight. Finally, I peeled off my socks and jacket, before plopping down onto my twin sized bed.

I heard my phone buzz.

I narrowed my eyes, quickly grabbing it from my pocket. Unknown caller. Was it spam?

Maybe I should pick it up just to be safe. I mean, what if it was actually someone really important and missing their call would somehow screw me over?

I picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Keira?" The voice from the other end of the line sounded masculine but young.

"Yes...why? Who are you?" 

"This is Kyle. You gave me your phone number, remember?" 

Absolutely baffled, I scoffed. "No. I did not. Were you at my door earlier today?"

"What? No."

"Do you know who was at my door?"

"No."

"I did not give you my number."

"Oh, okay. Sorry. Must be a wrong number then. Um....bye."

The line went dead and I abruptly sat up, back against the wall, and opened up my phone using my passcode.

Kyle hadn't been the only one trying to reach me.

In fact, as I clicked on the little green text messages app, I found nearly 50 new notifications, all from unknown numbers, all spamming me with texts.

"Crap."