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.


35. Chapter 34

“Angel Harper!”




“Angelica Grace Harper, you better get your butt up now or I’m gonna have to drag you out of your bed!” shouted the angry voice of no one other than my crazy mother.


I groaned in frustration and turned around my bed, turning my back to her and I pulled the pillows closer to me, hugging it like my life depended on it. I did not dare open my eyes because the light would just blind me and I would be forced to get up. No way in the name of Obama can my mom let me get out of my bed. I heard her scowl at me, which just made me smile. She’ll give up soon. A few seconds passed and I knew she gave up but that thought changed until I felt two warm hands wrap around my ankles and before I could scream or escape, she pulled me off the bed. I squealed as I landed hard on my butt and I bit my lip as the pain surges. I looked up at her and glared daggers and all she did was give me a wide smile. She crossed her arms then gave me a stern look.


“Mom, really?” I groaned in pain, standing up then rubbing my butt vigorously.


“Don’t you ‘mom’ me, young lady. It’s the first day of summer and all you’re doing is lounging in bed acting like your life is all great and amazing while I’m downstairs doing all the chores when you’re supposed to do the chores and I’m supposed to work and-“


“Mom, shhh” I said softly as I placed a finger on her lips, silencing her because all her chattering was making my head hurt, once I knew she would shut up, I dropped my hand and walked towards the door.


“Where are you going?” she asked.


“Breakfast,” I answered her without looking at her then I bolted out the door and down the stairs.


I was hungry. Hella hungry. I can feel my stomach churning which just makes me yearn for every single food in my refrigerator. I literally sprinted towards the dining area and I paused about 3 feet away from the table, staring desperately at the box of pizza that was set on the table. I licked my lips, trying to savor each moment and what made it even better was that it was pepperoni pizza. I eyed the pizza like a tiger eying his prey and without wasting a second longer, I ran towards the pizza and before I could even touch the pizza, the box suddenly slammed shut. My eyes widened in shock and as I looked up it met with a pair of black eyes. Black eyes that I was definitely familiar with. I stared at him wondering what on earth was he doing here. He just gave me his signature smirk and walked towards me. I was left standing on spot, dumbfounded and as he wrapped his arms around my waist I couldn’t help but breathe in his scent. Oh God, how I missed him. It has been about 2 weeks since I last saw him and I didn’t expect him to be here at all.


“Surprised to see me?” he said, as he pulled me at arm’s length and smiled wickedly.


“You scared the life outta me, Jesus Christ. I thought there was a ghost in this house or something-“


“Or something it is,” he replied giving me a cocky grin. “So how’s my angel doing?”


I smiled at him the pulled him into a tight hug then backing away a few seconds later. I walked towards the dining chairs and sat down and he took a seat across mine. The pizza was right there in front of me but I’d rather talk to my boyfriend than eat pizza. Woah. That’s a first.


“I’m doing fine,” I said. “I thought you were-“


“Coming back next week?” he finished my question and I nodded, staring straight into his eyes because if I didn’t I would’ve devoured that pizza. “Well, I decided to come home early because I can’t bear to stay away from my angel”


“Aww how sweet” I said in a mocking tone then my body couldn’t take it anymore.


My eyes diverted down to the pizza and I reached my arm in, I flipped open the box and I stare lovingly at the perfectly shaped pepperoni pizza, if I weren’t sane I would be hearing angels singing at the back of my head. I reached for a slice of pizza and pulled it, moaning loudly as I saw the mozzarella cheese stretch and all I wanted to do was take the whole box and eat it in my room.


“Where’s your mom?” Chris asks me.


“What?” I asked while chewing on the pizza, not even ashamed of the fact that my boyfriend was sitting across me right now and I was eating like a pig. Meh. Who cares?


I took another bite of the pizza and it felt like there were fireworks in my mouth. Jeez.


“Hah, you eat like a pig” Chris suddenly says then he stuck his tongue at me.


I felt my cheeks heat up and I chewed the pizza quickly, swallowing it in one gulp. I glared at him then stuck my tongue out as well.


“Whatever,” I muttered as I grabbed another pizza.


“You’re adorable when you’re all pissed off at the world,” he says then chuckles as he eats the pizza slowly.


“What is that supposed to mean?” I snapped, sending bits of pizza flying over the table. “So I’m not adorable when I’m not mad?”


I glowered at him and he just laughed loudly. “Gosh, you’re so sensitive, Angel”


 I rolled my eyes at him but he continued. “I bet if I start talking about that annoying habit of yours, you’d throw me off a cliff”


My eyes snapped wide. What habit? I started getting anxious as I thought about the tiny habits that I do that could possibly annoy him. I sat up straight on my chair and put the pizza back on the plate, I rubbed my palms on my lap and bite my lip. I look up at him and he looked like he was fighting back a laugh. I raised my eyebrow at him. “What?”


“I’m just messing you! Oh my God you should have seen your face! It’s freaking priceless! Dang, I should’ve taken a picture-“


“Don’t even try, or else I will murder-“


“There will be no murdering in my house,” my mom’s voice suddenly appeared out of the blue.


I turned my head to the left and saw my mom walking down the stairs towards the dining area. I looked back at Chris and we knew that we should stop flirting, it’s not that she doesn’t know, it’s that she’s as strict as a librarian.


We finished eating minutes later then Chris decided to take me to the movies. We decided to watch Divergent and once the movie ended I was just amazed because that has got to be one of the best movies I have ever seen. Chris and I walk arm in arm down the street and we were talking about what factions we would choose. Chris said he would be Dauntless because he wanted a tattoo of my name on his butt. I couldn’t help but laugh at his comment and he pinches my cheek and calls me adorable which kind of irritates me.


“Don’t even call me that again,” I said to him.


“What? Adorable?” he said in a baby tone.


“Shut up or I’m literally gonna tattoo Obama’s face on your ass” I snapped then I immediately regret saying it.


“Ooooh, if you wanna look at my ass, babe, all you have to do is ask” he says huskily then winks at me.


I rolled my eyes and we continued walking down. It started to get really dark and there were loads of teenagers strolling around, joyous of the fact that it was already summer. I already planned my whole summer out, I would spend it most with Chris and mom and maybe have a job. I looked up at him and he was smiling. Dang. If only I knew what he was thinking.


We continued walking in silence, heading towards the direction of my house because it was already late and my mom told me to go home early. As I reached the front porch, I walked up the stairs with him behind me and before I opened the door, I turned around and kissed him hard. He was taken aback by the kiss but kissed me back right after, sending chills down my spine. His hands were roaming around my back and my hands were tousled up in his hair. I knew that if my mom caught us, we’d be in deep deep trouble so I pull away a few seconds later and he frowned at me.


“One day, I’m going to kidnap you from your mother and take you home with me” he said ambitiously.


“Dream on, kiddoe”


“Do you have any idea how depressing it is to wake up without the girl you love beside you?”


“Depressing is a little too much,” I commented but then I sighed after. “But yeah, it kinda sucks”


“Maybe one day, we can escape together,” he said then his eyes were wide with excitement. “Just two of us”


“Together,” I said then smiled.


“Together,” he repeated then pulled me into a hug.


I smiled to myself and I was looking far into the distance. I was about to pull away but then something caught my eye. Something far, about 50 meters away but wait maybe it’s a someone. I squinted my eyes to get a better look and then I confirmed it, I saw a man wearing a black hoodie and black pants and was staring right at our direction. I felt a chill run down my spine and I tried to calm myself down. I looked left and right and there was no one there. I started to panic and I pulled away from the hug immediately. I gave Chris a wary smile and he returned it then he gave me one last kiss before walking away into the darkness. I was left on my spot, staring into the distance that the man was standing. But he isn’t there anymore. Was he looking at me? Do I even know him? But that’s not what’s important now because the problem here is that he knows me. I felt my heart rate rising and I entered my house in a flash. I slammed the door shut and leaned my back against the door. I started breathing heavily and the darkness of the living room swallowed me whole, I looked back out the window and saw that he really has disappeared. Was I just seeing things? No.


I took a deep breath and walked up towards my room and once I was inside I jumped on my bed and got comfortable under the covers. I didn’t even bother changing because I was too afraid to go to the bathroom. I looked out the window and stared at the beautiful full moon. A few minutes later, my breath hitched and panic started to rise in me again. I’m starting to get the feeling that someone is watching me, I can feel eyes on the back of my head, I started to shiver. Turn around. Turn around. No one is there. I took a deep breath and said to myself that I won’t be able to sleep the night feeling that someone is watching me even though my room is completely locked. I held my breath and turned around in a quick movement and my eyes was met with my dull wall. I let out a sigh. I bit my lip as I started to think hard and I knew I wasn’t wrong. Someone was there, far into the distance. And it meant trouble with a capital T.



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