Wrong Number

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  • Published: 26 Apr 2013
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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.


23. Chapter 23

A/N: Alohaaa :--) So sorry if I havent updated in forever :--( ily all <3




Me: Were you in my house?


Me: I’m pretty sure it was you.


Me: Oh wait. Not so sure.


Me: Come on, Chris. You can’t ignore me forever.


Me: I know that what I did was wrong but I just need an answer.


Me: Chris. Please. You’ve already hurt me so I just need to know if it was you.


The events of what happened yesterday never left my mind. The first thing that I thought of when I woke up today was the sound of the breaking vase. I knew someone was there. It was completely obvious, it’s not like there’s a ghost in my house. I don’t believe in ghosts anyways. I stared at my phone and reflected on the numerous texts I’ve sent knew and I knew he’d think I’m some crazy obsessive girl and the more he’d ignore me. I sighed heavily and threw my phone on the floor as I turned around on my bed and stared out the window. Of course I didn’t forget about Jake, the things he said and the things we did yesterday was clearly the highlight of the day. We kissed. I’ve always wanted my first kiss to be with Jake but I made that dream when I was like 10 years old and never would I have thought that it would come true. But it did. To be completely honest, it was a wonderful kiss but there was something missing. Right after the part where we were standing on the road he told me he had to leave and I didn’t hesitate and told him to leave but not in a mean way. He did give me a peck on the lips and a wink as he drove away. Does this mean that we’re dating? Nah. He would never go for a girl like me. He said that I had this innocence that makes him want to protect me, sure, I can be his little sister then. I hugged my pillow tight and I prayed silently, wishing for all this misery to end. Ever since my whole drama started I’ve been falling back on school and I got my first C- on a Chemistry test, which was just terribly sad. I didn’t even tell my mother and I knew that if I did, she’d get my phone for a month. Oh well, I’ll just wait for the call from my Chem teacher. I snuggled on my pillow and I was about to fall asleep until I heard something vibrate from below my bed. My eyes widened and my breath hitched. I let go of the pillow and ran for my phone. Once I’ve successfully got it from under the bed, which I wondered how it even got there, I pressed the button and yes, I do have a message. I held my breath as I opened the message.


Luke: Hey Angel, just wanted to say that I dropped by your house yesterday cause Claire told me to give you something, I went in the wrong time because you were sucking off Jake’s face so I had to run and I kinda broke your vase which btw, I’ll replace it, I swear. It will be the exact same color and size and shit but yeah, sorry about the vase. I should’ve knocked but I always forget my manners. So yeah…sorry again :--)


I shrugged my shoulders and gave up. I decided to forget about Chris because it was all just a mistake anyways. He was a mistake. After re-reading the message countless times, I decided to go take a walk in the park, but not the park where I saw him with that girl. I changed into shorts, a light blue shirt and white converse and headed out, making sure to say goodbye to my mom before I left. I drove calmly and quietly towards another park that I knew with Lay Me Down by Avicii blasting through the speakers. I put down my window and smiled at myself as the nice cold breeze whipped through my face. This was such a calm and chill morning and I wanted it to be that way. All the drama that happened yesterday was just too much for me to handle. A few minutes later I arrived at a park that used to be filled with children running around and couples walking their dogs but now it was just…completely empty. I turned off the car and stared at the abandoned park. The park is called The Emily Park it was named after a child named Emily who died of thoracic cancer. I got out the car and placed the keys in my pocket then I made my way inside the park. I opened the gate and walked straight to the swing set that wasn’t too far from the gate. I sat on the swing and played with the sand. I stared absentmindedly at the sun that was so hot on my skin but I didn’t bother to move or do anything, hell I didn’t even bother putting sunblock before I got out. I sighed heavily and stared at the ground, kicking the sand hard and watching it fly into the air and disappear. It has been about 10 months since I last came here and it didn’t felt different.


I want my old life back.


The life where I would wake up every morning, go to school and go home. The life where I studied too much that the only wonderful friend I had was Claire and my mother. The life where boys wouldn’t even look twice at me before walking away. But that life was the boring life. And so I asked myself, would you want a fun but risky life or a boring and safe life? I definitely don’t have an answer to that. Suddenly, I felt my phone start to vibrate and a part of me didn’t want to answer the call but I did anyways.


“Hello,” I said lazily on the phone as I help it up to my ear.


“ANGELICA HARPER!” my best friend shouted on the phone.


“What do you want Claire?” I said annoyingly, “I’m really not in the mood”


“I don’t care if you’re in the mood or not. But answer this question and answer it honestly” she demanded.


“Yeah, yeah. Whatever-“


“Am I your best friend?”


I laughed on the phone and nearly gave myself a face-palm. “Is that even a question-“


“Answer it!”

“Of course you are my best friend! How could you even ask that? Jeez” I said as I rolled my eyes.


“Then why didn’t you tell me that you had a make out sesh with Jake Bentley?!”


My eyes widened as guilt washed over me. “Um…cause you didn’t need to know?”


“Best friends need to know everything,” she said sadly, “I thought-“


“We are best friends! Fine, do you want all the juicy details?” I said on the phone in a high pitched voice.


I rolled my eyes and prayed to the gods that she would say no because I was definitely not in the mood to tell her the story of my first kiss. Claire is the kind of girl that is so bipolar that you can turn her from happy to sad in less than 5 seconds. I started kicking the sand again and swinging high until I heard a high-pitched scream on my phone which nearly caused me to fall backwards. I grunted loudly and held on to the chains tight.


“Yes! Oh my god, yes! First kiss of nerdy Angel Harper is a gold medal” she said mischievously on the phone.


I fought back a laugh as I thought of something that she would definitely do. “Please tell me you are not going to record me right now so you can black mail me for the rest of my life?”


“Oh Angel, you know me so well” she said as she laughed. “Fine, no recording”


I smiled at the phone and admitted to myself that I loved this girl because she was just different from the rest. I spent the next 10 minutes telling her the whole story with Jake, when he walked in my room and started telling me that he liked me. Claire squealed in the cheesy parts which made me roll my eyes. As my story was coming to an end I completely forget about one part of the story which was just unusual.


“Claire, Luke was at my house yesterday after the whole Jake thing happened,”

“Oh? Really? What time?”


“Around sunset, I guess”


“Are you sure about that?”


“Well remember the part where my make out session got interrupted because I heard a vase breaking?”




“Well I thought it was Chris…”


“Chris? As in your secret luhvuh?”


“No,” I snapped on the phone and dismissed the thought of Chris. “Luke texted me this morning that he dropped by my house, that he was the one who interrupted me and that you told him to give me something”


“I told him what now?” Claire said on the phone with confusion.


“He dropped by because you told him to give me something…” I said slowly. “Right?”


“Um no because Luke was at my place yesterday at sunset”


That’s when it hit me. It wasn’t Luke. My brain only started to work now and I stood up from the swing and my heart started beating fast as thought after thought went in my head and now I knew who it really was and this time I’m sure I’m not wrong.


“You there?” Claire asked.


“Yes…I’m here” I said absentmindedly to the phone.


It was him. He came back to see me. But why?


I couldn’t contain myself right now. I don’t know if I should be angry at him or…


The things he’s been saying to me was just too much for me to handle. It was like a bomb exploded in the most unexpected time. I don’t even know why he’s been acting so different. I want to know why but I’m scared of the truth. I want to know why to end this misery. I want to know why so that I could be able to move on. I want my normal life back. I just want to know whatever’s eating all his…life. Is this the real Chris?


“Holy crap, it was Chris wasn’t it?” whispered Claire on the phone.


I snapped out of my reverie and bit my lip as I fought hard not to cry. I’m just so tired of all this.


“Claire, I’m so tired of all this-“


“If you want, babe, I can just walk up to him and knock his face off” she said with  a hint of excitement.


As much as I loved the idea, I wouldn’t want to cause a bigger problem and I wouldn’t want my best friend messed up in my own mess. I let out a laugh and smiled to myself.


“As much as I would want you to do that, you can’t”


“Then talk to him,”


“I’m scared-“


“Scared of what?”


“The truth,”


“How will you move on if all you’ve been hearing is lies? One day you’ll have to face the truth because well…it’s the truth anyways”


I sighed heavily. “Fine, thanks Claire for everything”


“Anytime babe, anytime” she said then she hung up.


I just want this pain on my chest to end…


I got up from my bed and walked out the door, heading to my car. I walked down the stairs slowly, making sure not to wake up my mom and as I opened and closed the front door, I ran for my car. I opened the door and went inside. So much thoughts were running in my head right now and I honestly cant think straight. I’m so tired. Why does Chris have to be so difficult? I sighed heavily and started the car and drove away, going to the one place where it started it all. Fear rushed through me as I drove farther and farther, wanting to turn back and just escape my problem but the thing is you can’t escape the things that block your mind…they will always be there. I’m scared that he might push me away again, reject me, insult me or call me names but Claire said I needed closure…


I just want to know the truth that’s destroying me slowly.


A few minutes later I pulled up by the side and jumped out my car. I took a deep breath and looked straight ahead and there I saw his shadow by the tree. I wanted to turn around. I wanted to escape but I didn’t and instead I walked towards him, fighting the tears that are trying hard to escape my eyes. I walked slowly and I was now about 5 feet away from him. I was facing his back and he was watching the sunset. Each step make my heart beat faster, I was clenching my fists and I felt the hairs on the nape of my neck rise. I took one step which made a loud noise on the leaves which made him to turn around. Once his eyes connected with mine, they widened and same thing went for me. Shock. That was the one word that described both of our faces but I was the first one to be calm. I examined his face and he looked broken…shaken. If it weren’t for all the stuff he said to me I would’ve hugged him right away. I shook my head and thought straight, don’t let him get to you. I stood up straight and glared daggers at him which made him back away a little bit.


“Why were you at my house yesterday?” I snapped at him.


He looked taken aback and then he bit his lip, trying to hide something. He didn’t reply to my question and he just stood there…mute.


“Why are you acting so different?” I asked him, this time my voice a little bit higher.


He didn’t move an inch, not even his eyes.


“Why are you being so mean?!” I shouted at him.


“Why are you hurting me?!” I shouted louder at him.


For the next minute I was throwing random questions at him…I was letting it all out, I was shouting all the questions that were flooding in my mind for the past few days. I couldn’t take it anymore and I just said question after question without even thinking and then I felt it. The tears. The hot wet tears streamed down my face as I asked that one big question.


“What did I do wrong?” I whispered as I let a tear fall down on my cheeks.


I felt broken. Violated. Destroyed.


He didn’t move at all and his face read nothing. I shook my head at him, disappointed. He just stood there acting like it was all my fault. I couldn’t take it anymore. After saying a hundred things all he said was nothing. Complete silence. And I believe that shows our closure with him saying nothing and me saying everything. I wiped away the tears, trying to hide my vulnerability. I was about to walk away until realization hit me. It isn’t my fault. It’s all his fault. This wouldn’t ever happen if he didn’t reply to the text. This would never have happened if he just ignored the wrong number text. Anger filled me and he saw it.


“Why didn’t you just ignore me?!”


“Why didn’t you just leave me alone?!”


“I shouldn’t have replied to you! I shouldn’t have been friends with you!”


“Can’t you see you’re breaking me slowly?! Torturing me till I break completely?!”


“How can you have such a dark heart? Do you not feel any sympathy?!”


“You are impossible! I cant take you anymore!”


“I never should’ve fallen for you!”


That was when I didn’t realize that he was standing a few inches away from me.


My breath hitched and my eyes widened.


He was looking down at me and I was looking up at him.


His eyes immobilized me. It’s not like he’s never done that before.


And in that exact second, I felt his lips on mine.


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