Text her and try to meet up

This is not your normal style, but you recognize this is not a normal situation either. You have to find out who this girl is and maybe see if she would be down to get together. These stories have you so turned on, you're not quite thinking like your normal self anyways.

You are extra aware of the warmth coming from the battery of your phone, each vibration buzz against what feels like a pulse in your fingertips being shocked with each letter typed. After typing out, deleting, and retyping 6 different permutations of "Sup"- you stick with straight and to the point. The conversation unfolded while you sat down on the concrete staircase under the Science hall as the sun starts moving into dusk.

Me: Hey.. did you lose your backpack in the quad?
Her: .. Whos this?

You wait a minute, not sure how to respond. Oh, this is the guy that found your backpack.. that found your number, so I was in your diary. You don't know me, but wanna fuck? Yea.. Great plan genius... you start to type before she responds.

Her: The quad? Did you mean to text Ami? Wrong number this is Viv.

Oh.. interesting.. your lip slides between your teeth as you start typing back.

Me: Sorry, yea I meant to text your sister. She left her backpack and I'm trying to get ahold of her.
Vivian: Makes two of us, but her phone is in her bag so that explains it.

Your eyebrows scrunch up.. huh? Her phone is in her bag? You turn to the front zipper and scurry through, finding the iPhone in a pink rubber case.

Weird.. who keeps a phone in a backpack?.. Then it dawns on you. "ooh.." you say outloud to no one in particular. Skirts.. no pockets.. you never really thought of that before. You think to yourself, guys really do have it easier.. Shrugging, you get back to the conversation.

Me: Any idea where she might be?
Vivian: She said she was going to the food court to meet some architect guy..
Vivian: No master plan needed for that ho though she a slut

A laugh, the kind that is mostly a mild breathe out the nose, breaks the silence as you smile. Vivian is kinda cool. But you know the food court is really close, maybe you should try to meet Ami before she meets up with this guy.. if she hasn't already. You start packing the backpack up as your phone vibrates.

Vivian: Can you buy liquor? I'm sooo bored. Just drinking and Ami is out of everything now. I'm at her dorm in the Deckard Cain building.
Me: Well I was gonna go find Ami first.. maybe later though?
Vivian:.. ugh! So sick of always hearing that from guys. I'm done with it.
Vivian: How about.. maybe you can come here instead and we can like.. do what Ami does for you?
Vivian: .. please