The new number

I tapped the icon. Then, call history. Then, last night. And... oh my God, there it was. Two calls outgoing to two different numbers, neither of them with a contact attached. And an incoming call from one of them, too. All three times, the calls had been picked up. Intuition told me that one of these was Rania's phone number. That must have been how she ended up with me and Alonso (right? That was the logical conclusion from Luke's story) after we left Le Mythe. When I went up to hang out with Luke and his people, she gave me her number, or I gave her mine, and we planned to hang out sometime. That's why there's an incoming and an outgoing, I decided. One to confirm we each had the right number and the other to arrange the meetup.

You move fast, slut. It was a painful thought, but in a different way than the random stabs of noise and images I couldn't parse. This one was pure subconscious. A voice speaking out from the past.

Who cares if I move fast? It doesn't hurt anyone. Though, I can't be sure of that, given what I'm still missing from last night. And maybe it isn't strictly true, given how put out Luke seems. But a girl is allowed to choose her own path. I can--

Could.

All this is, was, whatever, fuck, in the past. Smarten up, Izzy! My head was aching bad. I took a sip from a glass of ice water Eden had gone back into the kitchen to provide. Forward thinking, that one. Quick on her feet.

Another notification came in from Luke. Like everyone who sends and receives spicy pictures on a regular basis, my message previews were off, and I was too entranced by the call log to switch back to him right now. One or both of these numbers could be able to tell me what happened after me and Luke parted ways at 3AM.

The back and forth calls seemed more promising, right? If the call out was to Alonso or our mystery man, it might give me info, but I felt like I would just be back in the same position I was with Luke. I would have to talk him through it all and convince him I deserved helping. He would probably make some crude comment. Not that I have (had) room to judge on that front, I was the master of the 'slutty jab.' Rania seemed more trustworthy and more reliable. We both had each other's numbers. That meant something. Plus, there was girl solidarity.

And, to tell the truth, I was kind of scared of that other number, and I couldn't tell why.