Wrong Number

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  • Published: 26 Apr 2013
  • Updated: 10 Jan 2017
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Angel Harper admits to herself that she does have a crush on the school's player: Jake Bentley. Angel's best friend, Claire Adams, gives the player's number to her and told her to start texting him to spark up a relationship. What Angel doesn't know is that she had made the mistake of a lifetime.

Accidents do happen but this accident of Angel Harper will change her life forever.


16. Chapter 16

QOTD: Who is this character from Wrong Number? 


Chapter 16




A loud laugh escaped my lips and he gave me that confused look. He raised his eyebrows at me in amusement and I just kept laughing. He just said that we can’t see each other anymore and that just has to be the funniest thing I have ever heard. I know he’s joking because that’s impossible, I like him and I have a feeling that he likes me too, so he has no reason to push me away.


“Very funny, you know it’s not April Fools Day yet, you don’t have to start pulling pranks,” I breathed out as I lightly patted his shoulder.


His jaw hardened and he gave me a serious look. The look that always intimidated me. A few seconds passed and realization starts to sink in on me. And in that second I felt that burning feeling on my chest that gives me the chills and tells me that something bad is going to happen or is already happening. My eyes widened and I can feel a tear started to form on my eye. This can’t be happening. No. It can’t. He brought me to this beautiful place and he can’t just say that he’s walking away in my life forever.


“Angel-” he said soothingly but I cut him off.


“What do you mean?” I whispered, looking down at the ground trying hard to fight that tear that’s about to fall.


I can’t let him know that I’m weak…No I can’t.


I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and he rubbed my shoulder softly. Another hand went on my chin and he pulled my face up and I didn’t realize that he was that close to me. I stared at his grey eyes and searched them, trying to figure him out but honestly he’s quite the hard one to read. I stared at his eyes and tried to convince myself that he’s just lying. His eyes read nothing and fear started to come in. I’m not ready for this. Please. No. Say you’re joking. Please. I said in my head thinking that Chris can actually read minds.


“I’m sorry,”


And that’s when I broke down. Tear after tear kept falling continuously and it was uncontrollable. He gave me a sympathetic look and frowned, his finger wiped away a tear and that’s when I started to cry even more. I hated him at this moment but for some reason I didn’t want his touch to go away. I wanted his fingers to remain on my chin forever. This can’t be happening. My body started shaking and that’s when his hand pulled away. And before I could slap him across the face he pulled me into a hug. He wrapped his strong arms around my body and hugged me hard like it was the end of the world. His head was rested on the crook of my neck and out of instinct I hugged him back, wrapping my tiny arms around his back. My chin rested on the crook of his neck and that’s when I stopped crying. Let’s face reality, Angel, he doesn’t like you and he wants to let you go so that he wont hurt you. But he’s already hurt me.


“Why?” I whispered on his neck.


The cold breeze came and he hugged me tighter and I felt the blush on my cheeks. Good thing he can’t see my face.


“It’s just not right,” he whispered back but something in his voice tells me that he’s lying.


I sighed and surprisingly I was the one who pulled away in the long hug. He looked at my face once we were apart and searched me and for the first time I didn’t feel embarrassed. I wanted him to take a nice last look at my face. I really can’t believe he’s leaving. I’m shocked myself that I’m letting him go that easily. Life really does suck. His fists were clenched and his eyes were completely tedious. I wonder what made him look this way…Why does he seem so mad? I didn’t bother asking because I’m sure it’ll just make things worse. I wanted to say so many things to him but this moment just left me speechless and no words escaped my lips. Right now, I just needed Claire and I just want to cry on her shoulder.


“So this is goodbye?” I asked, ignoring the pain on my chest and if it weren’t for my strong legs I would’ve fallen to the ground already.


“Yes,” he said coldly and he wasn’t even looking at me straight in the eye.


How rude. And that was when my sympathy and depression turned to rage and anger. This guy standing right in front of me has just broke my heart and he cant even look at me in the eye? I let out a deep breath and I fought very hard not to slap his face. I can’t believe him. He has no right to sound so mean, he should be comforting because he just broke the heart of a hopeless girl. I clenched my fists and stared at him straight and hard. Look at me dammit!


“Forever?” I asked harshly.


“Yes,” he replied with the same tone…cold and dull and he was still staring at the tree behind me.


It took me my whole will not to push him off this cliff right now. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.


I crossed my arms and turned my head to the left and bit my lip. I closed my eyes and I could feel the tears starting to come again. Why does he have to be so cold? I just don’t understand him. My head snapped back to the front, facing him and he stil wasn’t looking at my direction. My eyes flared and I raised my hand, about to slap him but my conscience took over me and I let my hand fall back to my side.


“You really don’t care do you?” I hissed out looking at him straight in the eye even though he wasn’t looking at me back.


He hesitated for a second and no matter how much I wanted to slap him I just wanted him to say that he does care.


“Yes, I don’t” he replied in that same tone.


Thump. Thump. Thump.


I can feel the burning sensation on the left side of my chest and nothing, nothing can describe the pain I am in right now. Tear after tear fell down on my cheek and it was uncontrollable. He doesn’t care. I decided that I give up on him. I wont even fight anymore because there’s no point in it anyways. I was shaking, my body was shaking and he was just staring at that damn tree. Why can’t he just look me in the eye? Absolutely no emotion is shown on his face and I just wanted to shout at him. How could one person be so cold…? I took a deep breath and right now I just want to go home and that’s exactly what I’m going to do right now.


“Alright. I’m going home now” I said and I took another deep breath and looked him in the eye, “Goodbye Chris”


I stared at him for another quick second and turned around and started to slowly walk away from him. Step by step and I could feel his eyes on my back. I know it’s cliché but right now I just want him to stop me. I want him to shout at me. You know in those movies when the girl walks away and the guy shouts, “Wait!”. That’s what I want to do right now. I started counting my steps and each step took my every will not to turn around and run to him. 





He’s really not going to stop me isn’t he?



I was near his car now and I fought hard not to turn back. I wont be weak.




Each step, a tear fell and once I’ve passed his car I looked at the window and I can see his reflection. He’s still standing at the same spot and I don’t know if it’s in the trick of the light but I think I just saw a tear fall down his cheek. No, he wouldn’t cry. He doesn’t care. Once I’ve completely passed his car I realized that he’s not going to call me back. It’s over. We’re done. I’m never going to see him again. I was really far now and somehow the tears just stopped and that’s when I realized that I don’t have my car with me. He really doesn’t give a shit doesn’t he? He won’t even offer me a ride home. Jeez Chris. Just when my life started to get interesting, he just had to choose this time to break me. 


I pulled out my phone and dialed a number that I never thought I would ask help from. I tapped my foot as I waited for the person to answer the phone. Seconds passed and he still hasn’t answered and I accepted the fact that maybe he doesn’t care too. Right when I was about to end the call, I heard his deep husky voice.


“Angel?” said the voice of Jake Bentley.


A/N: While i was writing this chapter i hated myself for making Chris a cold hearted *toot*. Anyways, I'm going to put a game every chapter and it's just guessing the character game. Why am I doing this? Because I am bored and I dunno, I think it's fun <3 Comment what you think about this chapter, homies.



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