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.


24. Chapter 24





Complete and utter shock.


Those are the three statements that described what I was feeling in this exact moment. I wasn’t doing anything. I didn’t move, I didn’t reciprocate, I didn’t wrap my arms around his neck and I didn’t push him back but instead I just stood there…completely dumbfounded with no words to say. But how can I even speak the words I want to say if my lips are blocked by his lips?  I wouldn’t deny it but I liked it. I’d always imagined it would be like this. Then I remembered…Jake. He stole my first kiss and I can’t forgive him for that. I don’t see myself with Jake. Then whom do I see me with? I don’t know. A few seconds later I realized that what I’m doing was wrong, that I should be mad at him, that I should be shouting at him and forcing him to tell me the one reason why he hurt me so I shoved him back and wiped my lips with the back of my hand. I stared at him with eyes full of shock and he looked at me, not disappointed nor rejected but scared. Scared. He took two steps back and scratched the back of his head and he was looking down at the ground. It was complete silence for a minute and I was used to it.


“I-I’m sorry,” he finally said.


Yes, I’m still mad at him. Very. “For what?” I snapped.


He looked up at me with the most truthful eyes I have ever seen. Truthful eyes that tears started to form and I know he was trying to fight them back. Is he crying? A frown formed on my face as I started to feel pity for him…but I’m mad at him.


“For that and for everything,” he whispered as a tear fell down his cheek.


He wiped his face, trying to show that he isn’t a weakling but he couldn’t help it anyways. Crying is inevitable. I bit my lip as I fought hard not to run to him and hug him and just ugh. This is why my life sucks. Dammit.


“What do you mean?”  I asked, trying to keep my voice straight.

“Come on, Angel, you know pretty well what I mean,” he said then laughed.


“Yeah, I do. You hurt me” I said as my voice started breaking.


He walked towards me and that’s when I decided that we should just both let it out. Closure.


A few steps later, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into those tight warm hugs and started sobbing on my shoulder. I bit my lip and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him even tighter and I couldn’t help it but cry on his shoulder as well.


“I’m sorry, Angel” he whispered on my ear.


“It’s okay, just tell me why” I answered as I stroked his hair with my fingertips.


“Not now, not now” he replied as he was rubbing my back.


This was the most intimate hug I’ve ever had and I never wanted it to end but unfortunately every good hug lasts. I pulled away and he smiled at me.


“Friends?” I asked as I felt myself blush.


“More than friends?” he said back then smirked.


I stuck my tongue out at him. “Maybe, who knows what happens in the future?”


“Yeah, who knows”


“Who knows is such a weird question,”


“Yeah,” he said as he smiled his true smile. “Let’s go to my place”


We arrived at his house a few minutes later. He brought me inside and what I saw was just…a complete mess. All his things, vases, picture frames, books and clothes were all scattered on the floor. It smelled bad and it was just disturbing. We were standing by the front door, arm in arm, and I looked up at me and he was staring absentmindedly at the center of the room that had a picture frame that was broken on the floor. I looked at the picture frame and wondered who was it? Was it an ex-girlfriend? He wasn’t even looking at me but at the picture frame. I was about to walk to the picture frame myself until he put my hand in his and pulled me inside without saying any words. He pulled me towards the center of the room and I stared at the picture frame and I knew it wasn’t an ex-girlfriend but his family. I was confused, why was he showing me this?


“This is my family,” he said.


“I can see that,” I said then laughed.


The picture was torn the pieces and when you fix the puzzle, you will see a picture of a happy family, with a little blonde girl on the arms of her mother and a little boy with black hair splashing water at his father. It was a beautiful picture and I wondered why it was on the floor, torn to pieces. I looked up at him and he was staring absentmindedly at the picture, his eyes were empty, nothing. Did he do this? I wonder where his family is. Is he sad that he picture is torn? I mean we can just have it fixed…


“Um, Chris, hey” I said as I poked him on the sides. “We can just have the picture fixed-“


“They’re my family,” he said.


“Yes, I know, if you’re worried about the picture we can just-“


“They’re dead,” he whispered, still staring at the picture.


My eyes widened and I gasped. They’re dead? Words cannot explain how shocked I am. But how? I didn’t know what to say or what to do. Should I comfort him? Should I hug him? It was quiet for a few seconds but it was comfortable silence. I always felt comfortable with him no matter what. We were both staring at the picture and I wondered how they died. They look so happy. So happy.


And then a few seconds later the silence was broke by words. Words that came out of his mouth. Words that tore his world apart.


“They’re all dead because of me,”  he whispered.


A/N: Who has twitter? :--)

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