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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20. Chapter 20

A/N: Check out my editor's stories: @sami1317 :--) 

Chapter 20

It’s been three weeks since that horrible day and up to now it still haunts my mind. The aftermath of me leaving him and his ‘girlfriend’ was such a blur that it didn’t really matter that much but what mattered most was what happened before I left. Anyways, after I snapped at that girl, I turned around and started walking away. Obviously, Jake was following me which kind of pissed me off even more since I wanted to be alone and I know that he did help me but he should understand that I’m not in the talking mood. As I ignored him for about 2 minutes, I’d have thought that he would leave me alone but that was all wrong when I felt a hand on my shoulder, which made me stop dead in my tracks. I didn’t want to face him because I felt embarrassed at the fact that he had to witness such drama.

 

“Where are you going?” he asked me from behind with his hand rubbing my shoulder reassuring me.

 

“Home,” I replied coldly as I fumbled with the ends of my cream colored knitted sweater.

 

“How are you getting home?”  He snapped all of a sudden and he had a hint of demandingness in his voice that disturbed me.

 

I turned to face him and glared up at his eyes and he was staring down at me like I was a child.  First Chris and now him? Can’t I have one day of no boy drama? If there was one thing that I hated the most and that is when people treated me like a child, I mean I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. His hand dropped and fell on his sides and he stepped closer to me which made me take one step back. Once he realized that I didn’t want him near me at all, he took a step back and looked me up and down shamelessly. I swear, I’m going to punch his face soon.

 

“I have a car,” I snapped at him as I whipped around and started to walk away quickly before he catches up and starts bothering me again.

 

Once I knew that I was quite in a far distance, I turned my head to the back and saw that Jake was out of sight. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and started to walk normally back to my car. I ran my hands through my hair in an annoyed way and once I reached my car I pulled out the keys and went inside. As usual, it took me quite a long time to turn on the car and in that second I pulled away from the park as quick as possible since I never ever want to go to that place ever again. So many things happened there…I couldn’t bear to reminisce all the events that occurred in that beautiful park. I was driving smoothly and slowly down the road, heading back to my house with the radio blaring in my ears. The radio was playing A Love Like War by All Time Low. I couldn’t help but bob my head and tap my fingers on the steering wheel as I listened to this song. It was always music that seemed to calm me down even in my most breaking down days. Once the song finished, I was already parked outside of my house. I turned the car off and went out, not even bothering to lock the doors since no normal person would ever steal this car, yet alone even touch it. I walked slowly up the steps and grabbed the keys to the house which were hidden inside the pot of the sunflowers. I opened the door to my house and went in and not surprisingly finding my mom in the same place I found her when I left for the park. How long has she been watching TV? Jeez. I tiptoed my way to the stairs, trying desperately to not catch her attention since I wasn’t at all in the mood to talk to anyone, especially my mom. I walked slowly up the stairs and luckily I was able to reach the top without making a single noise. Once I entered my room and shut my door quietly, I could still hear the sound of the TV downstairs and it kind of annoyed me but I honestly cant do anything about it. I threw my stuff on the floor and jumped on my bed, hugging my pillow tight and I started to cry. Never in my whole entire life have I broke down this much and it was absolutely devastating.

 

Chris definitely meant a great deal to me. He was just the kind of boy that seemed perfect; handsome, funny, nice, sporty, etc. but once I got to see his true self…it’s just ugly. I can’t believe I fell for a jerk like him, I mean he’s even more of a jerk than Jake. Jerky Jake. Well isn’t that wonderful, I just thought of a nickname for Jake. I made it a point to start annoying him by texting him his new nickname. I buried my face in my pillow and tried to waste all my tears since I really didn’t like crying but I couldn’t stop it anyways. I sighed heavily and started remembering all those wonderful times we had.

 

She’s worthless.

 

His words sunk in me like a knife digging through my stomach. It hurt like hell and I just cant get the pain off my chest. It was just too much, especially coming from him. I shook my head and decided that I wouldn’t let a boy cloud my mind. I wont let some mistake change my whole life. What I’m going to do is that I’m going to forget about him and never ever think about him ever again. Yes. I believed that this would be the right solution to my problem.

 

Don’t start calling me names, babe, you don’t know me.

 

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

 

Babe, I can call you whatever the hell I want

 

You are an asshole.

 

But the memories…all of it just came flooding back in my mind and it hurts but it felt nice at the same time. Nice for the fact that someone actually cared.

 

Good morning beautiful.

 

That was the day when he woke me up at 6am in the morning. I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my lips because he is the first guy that’s ever called me beautiful…also the first guy that’s ever called me worthless.

 

Whatever. So why are you still talking to me?

 

I find you interesting.

 

What kind of crazy person would find a boring and nerdy person like me?

 

Good morning, my angel

 

I will never forget the butterflies in my stomach as I read that message. He really knew the right things to say to me and also the mean things. If you told me that day that Chris turned out to be a complete ass of a jerk, I wouldn’t believe you one bit. I started to cry again and then I felt a vibration on my phone. I knew it wasn’t Chris so I wouldn’t mind checking who had texted me, it’s could probably even be the chips company telling me that I have just won a life time supply of chips. So as I pulled my phone out from under the pillow, I opened the text message and no it wasn’t the chips factory.

 

Can I come to your house? :) xx ur btch

 

Of course, it’s the one and only Claire Adams. I wanted her to come not because I was going to pour my heart out to her but because I always felt normal around her. I’m not going to tell her what happened just yet…I’m not ready. I couldn’t help but let out an exasperated laugh at her text and I immediately typed a reply to her. I needed my best friend right now more than anyone else in the world.

 

Yes, please :(

 

Less than 5 seconds later she replied.

 

Kk, I’m outside your door ;)

 

Before I could even stand up to open the door for her, the door burst open and there revealed my best friend wearing only a tank top and shorts. I smiled at her and she pointed her finger at me. I raised my eyebrow at her and patted the space beside me on my bed for her to sit. In less than 2 seconds, she ran to my bed and jumped on me causing me to let out a small giggle.

 

“Heyooooo Angel!” she shouted in my ear as she pulled me into a tight hug.

 

I winced a little bit, the pain on my arm still there and I was the first to pull away. She winked at me as she grabbed the TV remote on the bedside table and turned it on. She went to Star Channel and we started watching American Idol 13.

 

“What’s up Claire?” I asked her.

 

“Nothing much, same usual life I’ve been living each day” she said as she pulled out a bag of chips and started eating.

 

I started eating with her as well and for about 45 minutes, Claire and I just lay there watching TV and it felt like none of that drama ever happened at all. I smiled to myself and held my best friend’s hand because I have absolutely no idea what I’d be doing without her. Unfortunately, after the show had ended, Claire’s mom called her and told her that there was an emergency and she had to leave. We said our goodbyes and she left but before she left she stopped and kissed me on the cheek. Surprisingly, she didn’t mention Chris at all which was just great. Even though that Claire was a gossip kind of girl she knew when I wanted to talk about something and when I didn’t want to talk about something. I guess that’s what makes us best friends. A few minutes after she left, I was fixing my room and then on the side of my bed I found her wallet on the floor. Right in that second, my door opened and I knew that Claire came back to get her wallet. I picked it up from the floor and stood back up with my back facing the door.

 

“Hey Claire, you left your-“ I said as I turned around, facing the door and my words were cut off my breath as I realized that it wasn’t my best friend standing by the door.

It’s been three weeks since that horrible day and up to now it still haunts my mind. The aftermath of me leaving him and his ‘girlfriend’ was such a blur that it didn’t really matter that much but what mattered most was what happened before I left. Anyways, after I snapped at that girl, I turned around and started walking away. Obviously, Jake was following me which kind of pissed me off even more since I wanted to be alone and I know that he did help me but he should understand that I’m not in the talking mood. As I ignored him for about 2 minutes, I’d have thought that he would leave me alone but that was all wrong when I felt a hand on my shoulder, which made me stop dead in my tracks. I didn’t want to face him because I felt embarrassed at the fact that he had to witness such drama.

 

“Where are you going?” he asked me from behind with his hand rubbing my shoulder reassuring me.

 

“Home,” I replied coldly as I fumbled with the ends of my cream colored knitted sweater.

 

“How are you getting home?”  He snapped all of a sudden and he had a hint of demandingness in his voice that disturbed me.

 

I turned to face him and glared up at his eyes and he was staring down at me like I was a child.  First Chris and now him? Can’t I have one day of no boy drama? If there was one thing that I hated the most and that is when people treated me like a child, I mean I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. His hand dropped and fell on his sides and he stepped closer to me which made me take one step back. Once he realized that I didn’t want him near me at all, he took a step back and looked me up and down shamelessly. I swear, I’m going to punch his face soon.

 

“I have a car,” I snapped at him as I whipped around and started to walk away quickly before he catches up and starts bothering me again.

 

Once I knew that I was quite in a far distance, I turned my head to the back and saw that Jake was out of sight. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and started to walk normally back to my car. I ran my hands through my hair in an annoyed way and once I reached my car I pulled out the keys and went inside. As usual, it took me quite a long time to turn on the car and in that second I pulled away from the park as quick as possible since I never ever want to go to that place ever again. So many things happened there…I couldn’t bear to reminisce all the events that occurred in that beautiful park. I was driving smoothly and slowly down the road, heading back to my house with the radio blaring in my ears. The radio was playing A Love Like War by All Time Low. I couldn’t help but bob my head and tap my fingers on the steering wheel as I listened to this song. It was always music that seemed to calm me down even in my most breaking down days. Once the song finished, I was already parked outside of my house. I turned the car off and went out, not even bothering to lock the doors since no normal person would ever steal this car, yet alone even touch it. I walked slowly up the steps and grabbed the keys to the house which were hidden inside the pot of the sunflowers. I opened the door to my house and went in and not surprisingly finding my mom in the same place I found her when I left for the park. How long has she been watching TV? Jeez. I tiptoed my way to the stairs, trying desperately to not catch her attention since I wasn’t at all in the mood to talk to anyone, especially my mom. I walked slowly up the stairs and luckily I was able to reach the top without making a single noise. Once I entered my room and shut my door quietly, I could still hear the sound of the TV downstairs and it kind of annoyed me but I honestly cant do anything about it. I threw my stuff on the floor and jumped on my bed, hugging my pillow tight and I started to cry. Never in my whole entire life have I broke down this much and it was absolutely devastating.

 

Chris definitely meant a great deal to me. He was just the kind of boy that seemed perfect; handsome, funny, nice, sporty, etc. but once I got to see his true self…it’s just ugly. I can’t believe I fell for a jerk like him, I mean he’s even more of a jerk than Jake. Jerky Jake. Well isn’t that wonderful, I just thought of a nickname for Jake. I made it a point to start annoying him by texting him his new nickname. I buried my face in my pillow and tried to waste all my tears since I really didn’t like crying but I couldn’t stop it anyways. I sighed heavily and started remembering all those wonderful times we had.

 

She’s worthless.

 

His words sunk in me like a knife digging through my stomach. It hurt like hell and I just cant get the pain off my chest. It was just too much, especially coming from him. I shook my head and decided that I wouldn’t let a boy cloud my mind. I wont let some mistake change my whole life. What I’m going to do is that I’m going to forget about him and never ever think about him ever again. Yes. I believed that this would be the right solution to my problem.

 

Don’t start calling me names, babe, you don’t know me.

 

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

 

Babe, I can call you whatever the hell I want

 

You are an asshole.

 

But the memories…all of it just came flooding back in my mind and it hurts but it felt nice at the same time. Nice for the fact that someone actually cared.

 

Good morning beautiful.

 

That was the day when he woke me up at 6am in the morning. I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my lips because he is the first guy that’s ever called me beautiful…also the first guy that’s ever called me worthless.

 

Whatever. So why are you still talking to me?

 

I find you interesting.

 

What kind of crazy person would find a boring and nerdy person like me?

 

Good morning, my angel

 

I will never forget the butterflies in my stomach as I read that message. He really knew the right things to say to me and also the mean things. If you told me that day that Chris turned out to be a complete ass of a jerk, I wouldn’t believe you one bit. I started to cry again and then I felt a vibration on my phone. I knew it wasn’t Chris so I wouldn’t mind checking who had texted me, it’s could probably even be the chips company telling me that I have just won a life time supply of chips. So as I pulled my phone out from under the pillow, I opened the text message and no it wasn’t the chips factory.

 

Can I come to your house? :) xx ur btch

 

Of course, it’s the one and only Claire Adams. I wanted her to come not because I was going to pour my heart out to her but because I always felt normal around her. I’m not going to tell her what happened just yet…I’m not ready. I couldn’t help but let out an exasperated laugh at her text and I immediately typed a reply to her. I needed my best friend right now more than anyone else in the world.

 

Yes, please :(

 

Less than 5 seconds later she replied.

 

Kk, I’m outside your door ;)

 

Before I could even stand up to open the door for her, the door burst open and there revealed my best friend wearing only a tank top and shorts. I smiled at her and she pointed her finger at me. I raised my eyebrow at her and patted the space beside me on my bed for her to sit. In less than 2 seconds, she ran to my bed and jumped on me causing me to let out a small giggle.

 

“Heyooooo Angel!” she shouted in my ear as she pulled me into a tight hug.

 

I winced a little bit, the pain on my arm still there and I was the first to pull away. She winked at me as she grabbed the TV remote on the bedside table and turned it on. She went to Star Channel and we started watching American Idol 13.

 

“What’s up Claire?” I asked her.

 

“Nothing much, same usual life I’ve been living each day” she said as she pulled out a bag of chips and started eating.

 

I started eating with her as well and for about 45 minutes, Claire and I just lay there watching TV and it felt like none of that drama ever happened at all. I smiled to myself and held my best friend’s hand because I have absolutely no idea what I’d be doing without her. Unfortunately, after the show had ended, Claire’s mom called her and told her that there was an emergency and she had to leave. We said our goodbyes and she left but before she left she stopped and kissed me on the cheek. Surprisingly, she didn’t mention Chris at all which was just great. Even though that Claire was a gossip kind of girl she knew when I wanted to talk about something and when I didn’t want to talk about something. I guess that’s what makes us best friends. A few minutes after she left, I was fixing my room and then on the side of my bed I found her wallet on the floor. Right in that second, my door opened and I knew that Claire came back to get her wallet. I picked it up from the floor and stood back up with my back facing the door.

 

“Hey Claire, you left your-“ I said as I turned around, facing the door and my words were cut off my breath as I realized that it wasn’t my best friend standing by the door.

 

A/N: Ooooh who could it be? >:) Comment on who you think it is :--)

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