At lunch I turned my phone on to check my messages. Georgia always sent me a few inane texts during the day, and sure enough there were two messages from her: one complaining about her physics teacher and a second, also obviously sent from her phone: I love you, baby. V.

I wrote her back: I thought I told you to buzz off last night, you creep-o French stalker guy.

Her response came back immediately: As if! Your beet-red cheeks this morning suggest otherwise ... liar! You're so into him.

I groaned and was about to turn my phone off when I saw that there was a third text from UNKNOWN. Clicking on it, I read: Can I pick you up from school? Same place, same time?

I texted back: How'd you get my number?

Called myself from your phone while you were in the restaurant's bathroom last night. Warned you we were stalkers!

Auteur: Amy Plum