Wrong Number

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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.

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18. Chapter 18

I woke up the next day with my eyes swollen as hell. I rubbed my eyes with the palms of my wrist and groaned, I opened my eyes then shut them immediately when I saw the bright blinding light. My whole body ached and I just wanted to lay here forever but the fact that i'm sweating like a pervert and my eyes feel like they've been drowning in water is absolutely disturbing. I completely forgot to turn the air conditioner on the other night because I was too welled up in my tears that night. Chris this is all your fault. And come to think of it, all my crying and problems is because of him. I completely remember my life before him and I was the most normal and boring person in the history of teenagers. I had a big ass comforter on top of my body and it started to bother me because I could feel my sweat. I wanted to move out so badly but my body didn't want  to move an inch at all. Fuck. Thank God it's a weekend today because if it weren't i'd probably end up not going to school and just crying in my bed all day. A few minutes later I decided that I should get up and take a shower and so I did. 

 

I went out of the shower 20 minutes later and changed into comfy pajama pants and a pink tank top. I let my long hair down and left my room, going downstairs because I could feel my stomach rumbling. As I reached the bottom of the stairs I found my mom sitting down on the couch watching the morning news. I wanted to avoid her this morning so that she wouldn't question my swollen eyes but as I took one step towards the kitchen, her head snapped to the side and she eyebrow at me. So close. Ugh. I straightened myself up and smiled at her. 

 

"Good morning mother," I said while throwing my hands up in the air joyously.

 

"Um. Good morning my child?" she said in an awkward tone which I didn't like, "Why are your eyes so swollen?"

 

"What swollen eyes?" I asked innocently, my voice a little bit higher than usual.

 

She squinted her eyes at me and gave me the look. "Don't go all innocent on me, Angel Harper. You are the worst liar in the history of liars. Now tell me, what happened?"

 

I gave her a sympathetic look. "Mom, nothing happened"

 

She stared at me for a few seconds, eyeing me up and down and I didn't mind it at all. I was praying in my head hoping that she'll let this pass and a while later she turned her head back to the TV which meant that she did let it pass. I did a fist pump in the air and walked fast but quiet to the kitchen. I didn't know I was holding my breath until I was right in front of the fridge. I sighed heavily and opened the door of the fridge and grabbed the first thing I saw that caught my eye: pizza. I assumed mom brought it home from last night with her dinner with friends. I put the pizza in the oven and waited for it to get warm and hot. Once I heard the cling sound, I got a tissue and held the pizza then walked out the kitchen. My mom was still sitting down on the couch watching the news and I was walking back to my room trying to avoid her again until she spoke.

 

"What are you doing today?" she asked, her eyes on the TV.

 

"Um. Homework? Studying?" I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

 

"So are you staying in your room the whole day?" 

 

"Yes," I said then waved my hand dismissively. 

 

She nodded then that was a signal for me to leave so I literally ran up the stairs and inside my room. I shut the door loudly and I bet I would get a lecture from my mom later on about being quiet in the house. I jumped on my bed and ate the pizza as I watched TV. From time to time I could feel my phone vibrate and I was pretty sure that it wasn't Chris but I ignored the text messages from people anyways. The whole morning was spent with me watching TV and eating pizza the whole day. After finishing my first pizza, I got hungrier and ended up bringing up the whole box of pizzas that my mom left. When I went down that time I wasn't surprised to find my mom out of the house seemingly that she's been hanging out with friends a lot lately. Once 1 pm came I decided to do something productive so I ended up finishing my history essay and reading the book that you had to read for book report. I finished all of this by 3pm and then I had absolutely nothing to do. Mom wasn't home yet, obviously. I sighed heavily and I decided that I should check my phone. I jumped on my bed again since I've been working on the floor then grabbed my phone under my pillow and I saw that I had 10 unread messages.

 

Jake: Hey Harper. 

 

Claire: I HEARD WHAT HAPPENED WITH YOU AND JAKE.

 

Claire: I CANT BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY CALLED JAKE FOR A RIDE AND SHIT.

 

Claire: I NEED ALL THE DETAILS NOW.

 

Claire: GIRL YOU BETTER NOT IGNORE ME OR IM GOING TO MURDER A CAT.

 

Claire: I KNOW YOU'RE THERE ANGEL HARPER. STOP TEXTING THAT CHRIS BOY AND REPLY TO ME.

 

Jake: Are you okay? :/

 

Claire: HOW DARE YOU IGNORE ME? IMMA BEAT YO ASS ON MONDAY.

 

Claire: Angel. Bby. ARE YOU ALIVE?

 

Claire: CHRIS RAPED YOU DIDNT HE? HOLY FUCK IMMA KILL THAT ASS. 

 

Claire: boobs

 

I couldn't help but laugh at Claire's last text message. Typical Claire Adams. I decided not to reply to her because she'll just end up texting me like it's the end of the world. But what really struck me is Jake's texts, why'd he ask me if I was okay? Does he care about me? Not that he actually cared anyways. I sighed heavily and closed my eyes and thought about what happened in the car yesterday. I wouldn't say that Jake liked me because that's impossible. He can't like me. I'm nothing and he's something. Then my thoughts went to Chris and the way he looked at me and I immediately dismissed the thought because I felt that stabbing pain on my chest again. I need a walk.

 

I walked to my closet and decided to wear my only high waisted shorts that Claire gave me, a cream colored knitted sweater and brown low cut boots. I fixed my hair and tied it up in a ponytail, I grabbed my phone, my wallet and my car keys and left the house. 

 

It took me about 10 minutes to park the crappy car and to turn it off since the key got stuck. Once I was outside the car, I shoved the keys inside my pocket and walked down the pavement heading to the only place that was completely quiet and peaceful: the park. And yes it's the park where I saw you know who for the first time. I was walking slowly, watching kids play on the playground, people walking their dogs, couples laying down on the grass and families spending time together. It seemed like I was the only person that was alone but I honestly didn't care because I liked being alone. I know it sounds emo and stuff but it's honestly nice because you wouldn't have to work hard to keep a conversation going and stuff. I walked farther and got tired so I decided to sit down on a vacant bench which took me quiet a while to find since there were lots of people in the park today. I sat down and looked at my surroundings. This is what I loved to do, look at people being happy and think of their lives. I looked around and I couldn't help but stare at a couple sitting down beside a beautiful looking tree, their backs on me and they were kissing. The boy had his arm over her shoulder and the girl had her hand on his hair. They looked absolutely in love and I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. I didn't want to feel like a creeper by watching them but then I smiled as I watched them kissing like they were made for each other and not caring about PDA and stuff. I felt jealous. I did. I don't know why since I didn't find the thing about relationships quite appealing. I stared at them for a few more minutes but I couldn't help but stare at the boy even more. His hair was messy and jet black, he was wearing a black hoodie and denim jeans. He had white skin and a pale face. The girl, on the other hand, was blonde and she was wearing a summer dress. She was really beautiful and the boy seemed handsome, maybe even hot, but I couldn't see his face entirely. The couple were so close to each other that it was hard to distinguish their face but a while later they moved a bit back but they were still kissing. 

 

The boy's eyes opened for a quick 2 seconds and it was a grey color. His eyes looked so sharp and intimidating. A few seconds later he smiled in the kiss, a smile that was more of a smirk...

 

That's when I realized something...

 

It couldn't be. No. It can't be. 

 

I held my breath and found myself standing up from the bench, walking towards the couple. I wasn't even thinking twice anymore. I found myself walking faster and faster, my hands balled into fists, my body tensing and fear invading my body. It can't be him. I drew nearer to the couple and that's when I knew I was wrong. His scent invaded my nostrils and I would never forget that scent. I bit my lip as I drew nearer and I can feel the tears welling up my eyes. I held my breath as I grabbed the boy's hood and pulled him away from the girl and that's when I saw his face. The face I fell in love with. The face that broke my heart. The face that made me believe in true love. The face that started it all. 

 

"Angel," he said in shock.

 

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A/N: i wanna murder Chris... muhahahahahahahaha huhuhuhu :c

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