A piece of advice: You should really clear your search history.
“What?!”
For a moment, Blaise didn’t even comprehend the short message, but when she did, a number of colorful obscenities leapt to her lips.
"Who is this? How did you get my number? Are you threatening me? What are you—”
The dial tone sounded in her ear and Blaise lowered the phone, glaring at the incriminating device. For a second, she considered throwing it at the wall, but she suddenly realized she had greater problems to take care of.
Heart drumming a little faster than usual, the blonde ran into her bedroom, letting out a short breath of relief when she spotted her laptop still laying on her bed, seemingly untouched. She squinted at it for a moment as if judging if it was safe to touch, and upon deciding it was, opened it up.
Looking surreptitiously over her shoulder, Blaise quickly moved her mouse to Clear Browser History. Click. No one knew, no one could know. She had been so careful, but it was better safe than sorry.
Shutting her laptop screen, Blaise tried her best to compose herself as her jittery nerves began to turn to anger. Who was the mysterious caller and who did they think they were, threatening her like that? It wasn’t hard to see the change in the teenager as her jaw squared and her eyes narrowed.
Someone was going to die tonight.
