Wrong Number

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  • Published: 26 Apr 2013
  • Updated: 10 Nov 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.


2. Chapter 2

Never ever in my whole life of being Angel Harper have I ever been this furious with Claire. I mean, I know she can be infuriating at times but what she did here was way too much and it definitely crossed the line. Giving me the wrong number?! Seriously?! Luke’s probably distracting her while she texted me the number. When I see those two tomorrow I will cut their heads of and feed it to the dragons. God knows what they’re doing right now. I trusted her to give me Jake’s number and his only! My right eye was twitching and right at this moment I wanted to go to her and strangle the living shit out of her. Violent? Hell yeah. I can feel my face turning red and the hand that was holding my phone started shaking uncontrollably and right now I just wanted to burn down the whole earth and get shipped to Pluto. God, why am I so violent?

I stared at the screen and my anger towards Claire increased as I read it for the second time.

Sweetcheeks, last time I checked my name’s Chris not Jake ;)

I screamed a muffled scream and was too embarrassed and ashamed to reply but I did anyways. I can't believe Claire did this to me. I feel so humiliated! Well at least Jake didn't see it, but now I didn't know if being humiliated by a stranger is better than being humiliated by my crush. I typed a reply and shook my head once i sent it while biting the inside of my cheek.

Sorry texted the wrong person. Go flirt with some other chick.

Rude? Yeah I know but that’s me. I know he did nothing wrong but right now I’m too angry to be nice. I rested my head on my headboard and sighed. I realized that the TV was still on so I grabbed the remote and switched it off then I felt a vibration. I read the message and narrowed my eyes at the screen.

I choose who I want to flirt with.

Jackass! Who does he think he is? Obama?!

I don’t know who you are so you don’t flirt with me.

Then before I can even breathe my phone vibrated. Is he a fucking robot?

Fine. Lets restart, let’s forget our little conversation before. The next text I will send you will be a reply to your hilarious and embarrassing message to a certain “Jake”.

What? This guy is absolutely confusing. I waited for his next message impatiently getting eager to know what he has to say. Right now, I didn’t even care about my embarrassing message all I wanted to know is what he wants to say. This guy is an absolute flirt and I bet my TV he’s a damn player. Before I can reach out to grab my bag of chips my phone vibrated and I immediately checked the message.

First of all, baby, my name is not Jake, it’s Chris ;) Second of all, my day has been hell great. Third of all, girls fall for my touch and you call mine embarrassing? Do you know who I am? Fourth of all, I will call you later ;) Oh and fifth of all, cute sexy name, Angel xx

Okay, let me be honest with you, no guy in their right minds would ever flirt with me. Why you ask?

1 is because I’m not pretty like other girls.

2 is because I’m a socially awkward narwhal made out of cotton candy.

3 is because I stay away from the crowd.

4 is because I’m not sexy like other girls.

5 is because I’m a math nerd.

6 is because I’ve own a beat-up Beetle that I call a car.

7 is because I’m not rich like other girls.

8 is because I don’t wear clothes like other girls for example: short skirts, crop tops, killer heels, see through clothes, etc.

9 is because my name is Angel Harper. 

I wondered for minutes if I should scold this boy or to even reply to him. I wanted to scold him because of flirting with me and I know some girls would be over the moon if some guy flirted with them but not for me. And in the end of the battle with myself I chose to scold him and be mean. So I typed a message and didn’t bother reading it before sending it like my text to Jake, supposedly. 

It is very not nice to meet you Chris. Now it’s my turn to make the “of all”s thing, if you don’t mind. First of all! Don’t flirt with me. Second of all! That “how was your day” question wasn’t ever ever meant for you it was meant for JAKE. Are you Jake?! Nope. Third of all! You say girls fall for your touch, well not me mister! Do I know who you are? Nope! Fourth of all! Don’t you dare call me. Oh and fifth of all! Chris sounds like a devilish name.

Ok, that sounded mean but he definitely deserved it. Right now he deserves a punishment, a big fat ugly punishment that will make him realize that flirting with hopeless girls like me is a crime. I was filled with too much rage; I threw my phone on the other end of the bed and crossed my arms. A few minutes later my phone vibrated again and all I did was scream at it. I stormed out of my room and slammed the door shut. I sighed heavily and sank down onto the carpet floor and hugged my knees once again. And then I heard footsteps going up the stairs, I raised my head and the first thing I saw was the worried look of a mother. She crouched down in front of me and placed both her hands on my head and tilted my head up.

“Are you okay?” she asked worriedly. “I heard you scream. What happened?”

Oh mom, Claire told me she was going to give me my crush’s number and so I texted it then I sent it to a wrong number and now the stranger is flirting with me and annoying me.

 “Perfectly fine,” I said then forced a smile and pulled her hands away rom my face.

She stood back up and turned around.

“Well alright then,” she said then walked away just like that.

That was the most unusual thing she has ever done to me. I shook my head in confusion and walked back inside my room. I stared at my blackberry that was lying undamaged on the floor. How is it not broken? I should have just flushed it down the toilet. I sighed, walked over to it, bent down and picked it up. Still standing in the same spot, I shut my eyes and pressed the middle button and I opened my eyes again and when I read it fury once again flooded my whole entire system and right now I wanted to track his number down, go to his house and beat the living shit outta him. And now I'm mad at both Claire and Chris. Oh look! Their names both start with a C, such a coincidence!

I was going to do another “of all”s but its not worth it. Yes, devilish meaning sexy and badboy and hot. Come on, Angel, don’t lie; you do like it when I flirt with you. All girls do. You aren’t normal if you don’t like it.

I’m not normal if I don’t like it? What is that supposed to mean? It’s not like he’s some kind of Greek God that’s just so handsome that women will just fall to their knees! Who does he think he is, freaking Channing Tatum?

I typed a quick message back to the bastard. And this, my friends, is how our conversation turned out:

Me: Mister lemons, I will make this as formal as possible and let me correct that statement of yours: you are normal if you don’t like it. 

Him: Mister lemons? What are you? 10?

Me: As a matter of fact, I am 17 not 10, jackass

Him: Don’t start on calling me names, babe, you don’t know me

 Me: You don’t know me either, so you don’t call me babe, okay?

Him: Babe, I can call you whatever the hell I want 

Me: You are an asshole

Him: Says the girl who’s trying to make this as ‘formal as possible’

Me: 5 words...I DON’T GIVE A SHIT

Him: Cussing, milady, is highly prohibited

Me: It’s a free country

Him: Where are you from anyways? ;)

Me: No way, in hell am I telling you where I’m from

Him: Why not baby girl?

I sighed; he is being such a pain in the ass and he just won't give up won't he?! I clenched my teeth in frustration and balled my fists fighting the urge to punch a wall. After a few seconds I was able to cool down. Breathe, Angel, breathe. I jumped on my bed and rolled on my left still clutching my Blackberry on my hand. I decided to ignore his text and just continue my TV hour. I placed my phone under my pillow, leant forward to grab the remote and changed the channel to Star World. It was American Idol 12 and I love this show and I couldn't miss the new episode. I rested my head on my pillow making sure to crush my phone. I hope he gives up and just flirt with some other girl.

An hour passed by and the show was over, I sighed heavily and my eyes were closing because I had them glued to the TV for an hour straight. I got up from my bed and walked over to my closet lazily like a sloth. I opened it and grabbed a sweater and sweats. I stripped off my clothes, threw them on the hamper and wore the clothes I picked out. I finally felt cozy. I hugged myself and walked back to my bed and I literally jumped on it landing my face on the pillow. I turned my head to the left and stared at my window, which was open. It was already dark and I was getting sleepy. I usually slept at 12am doing whatever but right now I just feel so sleepy. I felt my phone vibrate under the pillow and I completely ignored it knowing who’s it from even though it was so irritating. My eyes started to fall and before I knew it I drifted off to sleep still feeling that annoying vibration from my blackberry.


A/N: I am so sorry if it's short! 

Tell me what you think about Chris ;)

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