Running into my apartment, and doing an amazing swan dive into the floor, I grab my computer.

'Great now I get to see who has my damn phone and they get to see this amazing mess of a bloody nose.'

I look at my messages first to see if who ever took my phone was texting people.

LAST TEXT:

TWITCH: yo m8 lets have like a scry movie night or somethin!

That was from lunch today. Nothing new ...good. 'Time to call this stupid phone.'

Ringing.

Endless ringing.

No one is picking up. Maybe I just left it at school, that would be more logical.

"Oh it's you."

'What?!'  Someone picked it up!

"So either this is your phone or you are just calling it... so which one is it?"

Its that boy. The black haired boy.

"What, do you not speak english or did the cat get your tongue?"

I sign for 'no voice' and he nods. Does he understand?

" So your mute eh? That explains a lot... so, missing your phone?"

'YES!!'

He just laughs at me.

"That's too bad... you're going to have to find me first. See you on Monday, Tamashi."

'DAMN IT.'

Now what do I do?