No, I'm not a technophobe, I just enjoy using a phonebook rather than googling someone's phone number on the internet. I scan until I find a Robert Roberts. I smirk at my history teacher's name, and dial it immediately. He answers with a brief coughing.

"Hullo?"

"Uh hey Dr. Roberts..." I pause. What am I going to say? Oh I wanted to talk to you so I searched the whole fucking yellow phonebook for your information. "This...it's Gerard."

"Gerard, you're a pretty decent B student," he chuckled. "What's with the call?"

"Well, stuff is going on at school. Weird stuff."

"Like what?"

"It's hard to explain."

"Does it bother you?"

"You have no idea," I let out.

"Have you told your parents?"

"I'm a foster kid. My bitch *cough* 'mom' doesn't 'have the time' for me."

I could imagine him nodding. "I understand."

"Aw, fuck. This is going to be the weirdest shit you'll ever hear from a student."

"And that is?"

"Could you come over?"

He laughed. "Are you making this up? You're quite the jokester."

"No," I pleaded. "I wish I was."

He grunted, and chuckled. "Fine, Mr. Way. I better get a clear explanation."

"Do you need my address?"

"Nah, I got it in the documents. That are easily accessible."

"Damn. So you have my address in that cabinet of yours?"

" I have access to more information than you think. And everyone else's too."

"So you're like a god?" I joked.

He pitched his voice to sound girly. "Why, I'm flattered!"

"Oh gosh," I chuckled. "Well, as a god, would you like to meet for some coffee? My treat."

"How about we meet in a half hour?"

"Let's make it happen."

"Meet you there."

"We shall," I agree.

Notes

new chapter!

Dr. Roberts is going to help the investigation! :D