The weekend creeps closer. It's Friday evening and I'm just here,lying on my bed and listening to some music. I hear a beep and check my phone. It's Natalie.

"Hey girl,you won't believe what I just heard!!!"

I smile,knowing it's gonna be some good gossip,then I reply.

"Something good,I suppose?"

I barely responded before her next message appeared.

"You clearly made an impression on Andrew! He's been asking his friends about you! What did you talk about?"

I sit up,in total shock. At first I feel flattered. Andrew is an attractive guy,and I know every girl would feel honoured if he even just smiled at them. But then,my instincts kick in. Why do I need to impress him? I'm not some show pony. I'm a grown independent woman. And I don't need a?.OH MY GOSH HE JUST TEXTED.

"Hey stalker"

I try to keep a calm pose.

"Ironic calling me a stalker when you're texting me right now?how did you get my number?"

I anxiously wait for a response. As I see him typing,I quickly go offline,trying not to act overeager. I hear my phone beep again,and I wait a minute or two before going online again.

"I have my contacts.LOL"

"Mm."

I stop responding,trying not to seem desperate. He doesn't text back either. Time goes by,and just as I think he's lost all interest and I go to bed,my phone beeps again.

"Good night :)"

I know this doesn't mean he's interested in me in any way,but somehow,it makes me feel?acknowledged. Okay,that just sounds dumb. I'm going to bed,because clearly this tiredness has got me hallucinating.