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Rewrite Your Story (2)

A person who claims to be from an alternate universe wants to rewrite the story of Natalia Taylor.
Who was that strange girl?

I thought about her during the train ride to my college and during my lesson; an independent study session, where the tutor kicked back and allowed us to work freely on the computers. Usually, I kept my head down and focused on my work, but it was difficult to concentrate.

I told my friend, Mel, about the unusual occurrence. She listened with a poker face, occasionally saying 'yeah' or 'uh-huh', whilst sipping coffee casually in the classroom. Sometimes I wondered if she paid attention to my rambles or if she spaced out.

After I finished my story-telling, the first thing she asked me was, "Did that really happen?"

"Yes!"

Several eyes glanced at me, so I lowered my voice, "It happened. I swear to God."

"I dunno..." Mel gave me a look of doubt. "Are you sure this isn't one of your fake stories?"

I sighed, exasperated. "I'm pretty damn sure. Why would I make this up?"

"Well, in all fairness, you did lie about having a boyfriend for a whole month."

Ah, there it was.

"You won't let that go, will you?" I said with an eye-roll. "It was five years ago! I was a stupid kid back then. We've already established that."

She crossed her arms, huffing. "Oh yeah? Well, you're still a liar, Nat. You promised me you'd go to Mars Stadium with me last week, but you didn't!"

How many times would she guilt-trip me about that?

"I had that health check with Mum, so I couldn't make it," I explained for the fifteenth time. "I'll make it up to you later, I promise."

"You better," she said with a glare. Sipping her coffee, she calmed down a little.

"Now, tell me more about this Cecelia chick. How does she know so much about you?"

I shook my head, sighing. "I don't know!"

From my peripheral vision, a flash of white light caught my attention. The guy next to me, Lewis, was on his phone as usual. Come to think of it, I haven't seen him peel his eyes away from that screen. Right now, he was visibly scrolling through Instagram.

Hmm...

Of course!

"She must've stalked me online!" I said, snapping my finger. "That's how she knows about me."

After some thought, Mel nodded in agreement. "That would make sense. That's how she'd know your name, your birthday, what you look like..."

"And which college I go to!" I chipped in.

Mel clicked her tongue in disappointment. "I'm ashamed of you, Natalia Taylor."

Oh, damn. She only used my full name when she was serious.

"How stupid must you be, telling the truth online and lying in real life? It should be the other way around, Missy."

Touché.

I studied my own cup of coffee, swishing the liquid around in it absently. I had barely drank it.

"Why did she say all those other things?" Mel asked curiously, "About 'helping' you 'change' your story? That multiverse crap?"

"I don't know," I sighed.

Unless...

My eyes widened in realization.

"Okay, here me out," I began, "Somehow, she stumbled across my profile. And, you know, that moment when you scroll through someone's profile a little too long?"

Mel nodded. She knew from first-hand experience what I meant.

"After all that scrolling," I continued, "she fell asleep and dreamt this whole crazy story about me! And she couldn't tell reality apart from her dreams!"

Pleased with myself, I looked for confirmation. "That has to be it, right?"

"I guess..." Mel sounded unsure, "if this Cecilia chick actually exists."

"She does!"

"I just can't believe it," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "There's nothing special about you. I can't imagine anyone fangirling over you."

Ouch... That hurt a little.

"Maybe you're the one who's dreamt her up," she said, adding salt to the wound.

"Whatever," I snapped. Would it kill her to believe me just this once?

Just then, Jason Hendricks entered the room. He was the definition of 'tall, dark and handsome.' Quite honestly the most beautiful guy I've seen - not counting celebrities, of course. I've fantasized about this guy ever since I laid my eyes on him. Yes, I didn't know him that well and my attraction was shallow, but who could blame me? I was not the only girl to solely fall for his looks.

"Late again, I see?" The tutor said, shaking his head at the beautiful boy. "Take a seat and get on with your work."

As Jason walked towards me, I felt my heart flutter. He caught me staring, his dark eyes on me for a fleeting second, and then he gave me a casual wink, before he walked past me and sat down with his friends.

I felt my face getting red.

"Ooh, la, la," Mel trilled. "Senor Hottie noticed you."

"Shut up," I mumbled.

"How cute," she cooed, pinching my cheek. "You look like a tomato."

Smacking her hand away, I groaned, "Shut up."

First, a crazy girl showed up at my doorstep and, now, Jason Hendricks randomly winked at me!

What a peculiar day.
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Published: 12/4/2019
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