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... death still heavy on my shoulders and a generous amount of ‘What the fuck?’ from last night still lingering around, but…I don’t know, it hit me in the gut a lot less. And it wasn’t because of the blowjob or the sex or anything. I mean, it helped but it didn’t really…I mean…Jeez, just trying to find words is tough. I guess a bit of that sunshine that I lost was coming back. Little by little, anyway. But things didn’t seem so dark, so depressing. Maybe I was just getting numb to it, but… I smiled and shook my head. Why think about it? Things were going all right. I stretched back, feeling my back crackle, before falling back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and fighting off the urge to doze. As I fought to keep my eyes open, something tickled my side. It didn’t bug me at first, since I just figured it was a muscle twitch, but then it did it again and I sat up. The hell…? I glanced down to see Kayla’s phone lit up with 2 New Messages. Shit, her parents must be on their way home. I clicked open her phone to check what time they thought they were getting back but, to my surprise, the messages were not from her parents. I went back to the Messages library and scrolled up to the top of the list. Two New Messages from Jeff. Jeff? Who the fuck was Jeff? I cycled through my mental rolodex but couldn’t think of anyone I knew at school named Jeff. I mean, Kayla had different classes than me but she never mentioned a Jeff or anything. At least, if she did, it was never in a capacity ...

... that would require him to have her number. Who was Jeff? I stared at the phone for a second, knowing it wasn’t really any of my business, but the little voice in the back of my head was egging me on, reminding me of those texts Kayla kept getting that put her in a foul mood. Maybe this was who was texting her. I could just take a look at what he’s saying and maybe try to fix the situation. Discreetly, of course, so she doesn’t have to find out I was going through her phone. I glanced guiltily up at the bathroom for a second before clicking open her phone and looking at the messages. Jeff: hey beautiful! Jeff: how was ur Christmas?? ‘Beautiful’. An icy trickled ran down my spine. Okay, okay, calm down. Maybe it’s just one of her relatives…a really distant one that I haven’t heard about before. And that apparently can make her upset and sour whenever he texts her. I scrolled up through the messages, noting that he seemed to be texting her every few days, usually with a simple, ‘Hey beautiful!’ or ‘How’s it going, gorgeous?’ Yeah…a relative this is not. What stunned me was the volume of messages that were still there. I mean, if this was the guy who was texting Kayla and making her so upset, why wasn’t she deleting the texts? I’d seen her delete them…when I was around. That icy feeling continued to crawl down my spine. Every so often, Kayla would send back a response, usually a curt ‘hey’ with no follow-on message. Well, that’s good. I don’t know why she doesn’t block him, but… ...