Disclaimer: Whatever you recognize from the books is not mine.

A/N: My kitchen is on fire! And I had it all decorated all by myself! For my mom's birthday once I to called in professionals and had the whole kitchen done. It wasn't cheap, either. :C It's all gone. Oh well, lets hope the damage isn't terrible. I don't want to see it all burnt and squashed cuz I'll get depressed so here I am writing this. Wish my kitchen luck!

Chapter 5

Listening

When I actually did get to school, I wasn't very happy. Not until I saw Sammy, at least. I ran up to her, breathless: "Hey!"

She turned around. "Oh hey, Billy." she said. Then she added, "Why do you have a printed out Twitter page?"

"Oh, that--its nothing." I said, shoving it in my pocket. "Anyways," I added with a grin, "Ready for school? Its still the first week."
She laughed. "Yeah, I'm ready, I guess."

"Look! A horse!" I said, desperately, randomly.

"What...?" she asked, turning. When she did, I backed away and said, "Gotta go! Bye!"

"Um, okay! Bye...!" she called back. Why was I so lame?

I got a text from Casey, since the high school started later than junior high. Actually, I was supposed to be in 9th grade. I was just held back.

Casey: are u at school yet?

I replied, yeah.

Casey didn't say anything after that. And then he said by text, can u ditch today?

Woah. Casey asking to ditch? He only did that when it was really really really serious. Um sure.

Casey: good. Meet me at the mall, ukw.

UKW stood for u-know-where. I did know where--the place guys went when they ditched. At least us guys.

The roof of the mall.

Kay. I replied.

So I sort of headed in the school, dropped off my backpack, quickly scribbled a forged note, asked a friend to give it to my homeroom teacher, and told the janitor I dropped my phone outside. Of course he let me out. I stepped out of the school and hurried to the mall. When I finally got to the roof (after about seven minutes of sneaking and crawling). Casey was already there.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I said back. I hated that Casey was so much better at everything than me... Looks, acting skills, sports, girls, everything. It bothered me so much. I could never stand a chance against him.

"Did you print it?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, remembering the piece of paper stuffed in my pocket. I pulled it out and tossed it to him He grabbed it and opened it. "So... You're positive you didn't do these?"

"Yeah." I said, sucking in my breath. He better believe me.

"Is there anyway to get your account back?" he asked.

"No.." I said. "I don't think so. The password just changed, I can't do anything about it."

"Wow, that sucks." he said. "But seriously, you're going to have to figure out--"

His pocket vibrated. He pulled out his phone-- "Restricted number," he said under his breath.

"Is it a call?"

"Text."

"What does it say?"

"It says... I know who hacked his account."

"How cheesy." I stated.

He didn't laugh. "I can't even reply to them because its restricted."

"Well that's not good." I said, sort of trying to lighten to mood.

He shot me a piercing glance. "Come here."

I sat down beside him.

"Look, they sent another one." Casey said. I looked over his shoulder. It read, Casey, read this alone.

He looked at me. "Should I?"

I nodded, "If its anything serious you could tell me after--" my phone also vibrated.

Restricted number, text.

Billy, read this alone.

"I got one too." I said. He looked up and we nodded, like, start.

Billy, listen. I know who hacked your account but I also know who you like. And I could, easily tell her anyday. Actually, I gladly would because that damn Casey also likes her. Do NOT show this text or tell any of this to Casey because, trust me, I WILL find out and I'll tell her. Everything, everything including lies. ;)

I gasped. "Casey--" I wanted to show him, but I couldn't. Because even Casey didn't know I liked her yet.

What was I going to do?

NEW TEXT: RESTRICTED NUMBER:

Now go back to school and check your locker.

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Casey's POV

(When he is reading the Restricted Text)

I opened up the text, the one that Billy wasn't supposed to read with me. It read, Casey, look. I know who hacked Billy's account. I know who you like. So lets put it like this: DO NOT TELL/SHOW THIS TEXT TO ANYONE. Because if you do I can reveal who you like to everyone. Including her herself, and your sister. And just so you know, this isn't Heather because remember? She's grounded and her phone is taken away by her mom. -Bye!

PS- REMEMBER WHAT I SAID. DO NOT SHOW/TELL.

I just stared at it for a whole minute. And then I finally began to process it-- I couldn't do anything about it. Or else they would tell. What if I told Billy right now? Or by text? Then would they know? I was so confused. And it definetly wasn't Heather--

Wait--

If it wasn't Heather, why would it say "I'm not Heather"? It's like it was trying to ensure me that it's not Heather but if it was Heather, then that's exactly what she'd want me to think. She'd want me to believe its not her. And who else would know about her being grounded? Maybe she was fake-grounded, and she only pretended like she was so she can pull this I-don't-have-a-phone trick. People who probaly knew about her being grounded were only her two idiots of best friends, Tenille and Monet. There was no way they could pull this off.

So it probably was Heather. That was easy. I'd just have to confront her after school. But personally, I couldn't wait that long. I needed to text her or talk to her or something.

Wait a minute.

I know a way to prove she's this Restricted Number person. She "doesn't" have her phone, right? So if I text her in class pretending to be Monet or something and if she replied, then it would be obvious that she was lying about being grounded, and it would be even more proof to that she's the restricted number.

Now all I had to do was figure out how to be Monet. I played around with my phone settings, and finally was able to block my number and change my name to Monet for a minute (I know, its weird). I quickly texted her, Guess what omg!! and then changed the settings back.

Sure enough, less than 30 seconds later I got a text back from Heather saying, What monet? Just tell me already u've been saying guess what all day

So it had been a good choice to say "guess what", at least. But the fact remained that Heather was lying, as usual. I texted her (from my own name) saying, Heather, are you that restricted number idiot who keeps texting me and billy about sammy?

Right when I clicked "send", I realized it was a bad idea to have "Sammy" in there. Crap. I thought. Now she's going to get all nosy. But then I thought, Wait, if she is the Restricted number then she'll already know. But what if she isn't? Then what?

Insta-reply. EXCUSE ME?

Okaaay, then, Miss Attitude. I looked up at Billy who seemed to be just sitting and thinking and reading it over and over. He also read the printed page over and over. "Bill?" I asked. He looked really stressed, not like the usual Billy.

"Yeah?"

"You okay?"

He looked up, wary. "No, I just want to find this idiot and get it over with."

I nodded. "We'll find him, or her or whatever, okay? Eventually."

He looked away. "They just... Ugh. I can't even tell you either way."

I put my hand on my knee and also looked away. "Yeah. It's weird."

I snapped my phone shut. I didn't want to reply to Heather's rude text. Well, maybe it wasn't that rude. I had just accused her for texting me stalker-things, she sort of had a right to be offended.

I sighed again. So did Billy. "Geez." he said.

"Yeah. This is... Weird."

He got up. "Lets get outta here, man. I gotta get back to school."

"Why in the middle all of a sudden?"

He twitched sort and fidgeted. "Uh.." he shifted from side to side. "I just do."

I got up too. Yeah. I needed to think this all through alone. Or maybe after I called Sammy tonight.

A/N- Intense guy-moments. Ah, how we rarely see those. :) So, tell me if you like the Billy POVs or the Casey ones better. Of course, the story is about Billy too so I'll still do those POVs but if you liked the Casey one I can also continue those. I think I do Casey ones better. I don't know Billy as well as I know Casey. Even though, you guys might think I suck *sad face*

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