Zoey snickered. “The return of Midnight Visitor?”
“Yeah.” I nodded before her words sank in. And just like that, one of my crazy, spur-of-the-moment, off-the-wall ideas hit me. “Yeah,” I murmured again, eyeing her probably a bit maniacally. “Midnight Visitor. Zoey, that’s brilliant.”
“Oh God,” she moaned, already cringing. “What did I just start?”
I grabbed her forearm, squeezing excitedly. “Can you get his phone?”
She began to say yes, when she realized what I really meant. “What? You mean right now?”
Five minutes later, Zoey was weaving back to me through the crowd with the biggest grin on her face. “I did it! I got his phone.” She looked so excited and proud of herself, it was adorable. “I can’t believe I really did it. I feel like such a rebel right now.”
“Oh, baby, you are. You so are.” I rubbed my hands together. “Now gimme.”
She handed the cell phone over. The smooth plastic was cool in my hands. It looked like any other smartphone with a plain blue cover. But it felt almost electrified in my touch, as if its hallowed surface crackled against my fingers.
This was Oren’s phone.
Yeah, I was a freaking spaz for getting my jollies off just by holding his phone. But I didn’t care. I was holding his phone!
“You’re not going to change anyone’s number, are you?” Zoey asked.
“What? No. Of course not.” Realizing she was watching me be a total creeper, I cleared my throat and quickly flipped the phone over before I pushed the home button. When I unlocked it, a passcode request came up. I whimpered.
But what the hell? He actually password protected his phone?
No!
I glanced at Zoey. She looked up and bit her lip sympathetically.
“Any idea what it is?” I asked.
“No. But I can’t see Ten having a difficult password. It’s probably something like one, two, three, four.”
I nodded. Yeah, that sounded like him. I punched it in.
No go.
After a second of thinking, I tried another.
“Damn. That wasn’t it, either.”
“What’d you try?” Zoey asked.
“Six, seven, three, six. You know, the numbers for O-R-E-N.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s what Quinn does for his password too, but you know...he uses nine, six, three, nine for...Zoey.” She blushed and smiled until her eyes widened. “Oh! Can I try one?”
I frowned suspiciously but handed the phone to her. “Okay. Sure.”
She immediately punched in four numbers. Sadness entered her gaze, but then she nodded. “I’m in.”
“What? Really?” I leaned in to see his home screen with a football-themed background. My stomach pitched with excitement and then disappointment because she’d known him better than I had. “What numbers did you use?”
“What?” She zipped her face up quickly, her eyes wide with guilt.
I pulled back, frowning hard. What the hell was she trying to hide from me?
Before I could grill her, though, his phone rang in her hands. She yelped and almost dropped it. She had to fumble to keep it from slipping through her fingers, but once she had it securely back in her hands, her face drained of color. “Oh my God, it’s ringing. What do I do?”