I hesitated for a moment, but curiosity won. I accepted the request.
“Hey,” she messaged almost instantly.
I stared at my phone for a second, my heart racing for reasons I didn’t understand. I mean, this was just a random girl. But something about her made me excited.
“Hey,” I replied, trying to sound casual.
“What are you up to?” she typed back.
“Not much, just chilling. You?”
The conversation flowed easily, much more smoothly than I had expected. We talked about everything—school, music, what we did for fun. Nadia was funny, smart, and seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say. She asked me questions, complimented me, and before I knew it, I was hooked. Her texts were the highlight of my day.
The days of the holiday flew by with late-night chats and endless banter. And the more I talked to her, the more I felt something—something I had never felt before. I had never even met her, but it felt like I knew her. She had this way of making me feel important, like I was the only person that mattered.
As the school term approached, I started to panic. Three months of no phones, no Facebook, no Nadia. The thought was unbearable.
I remember the exact moment I decided to take the risk. It was the night before school reopened. I stared at my phone, debating whether I should leave it behind. Logic said I should, but my heart said otherwise.
“Will you miss me?” Nadia had messaged earlier that night.
“Of course,” I typed back, my fingers moving faster than my brain. “But I don’t know how I’ll survive without chatting with you.”
“Well… then don’t stop chatting with me,” she teased. “Find a way.”
And that was it. That was the spark I needed. The next morning, I carefully slipped my phone into my bag, hiding it under a pile of textbooks. I knew I was risking everything—my grades, my reputation, maybe even my entire future. But how could I wait three whole months to talk to her again? I couldn’t.