Wrong Number

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


9. Chapter 9

Chapter 9


Holy mother of zebras and bananas, he called me.


He actually called me.


Freaking Chris Dennis called me.


And his voice, oh his voice, is just…wonderful. Gosh, I sound like a mega creeper.


What should I say? “Hi Chris, how’s it going homie?”? No, wrong question…


Maybe I should just say hi.


I’m going crazy; I’m talking to myself.


I held my phone tightly in my hand and wondered if I should just hang up or say that he called the wrong number. My eyes grew wider as I heard his heavy breathing on the other end. Okay, it’s true; I am a creeper. But why is he breathing so heavily? Is he nervous or something? I took a very deep breath and decided to just go with it. I closed my eyes tightly and…


“H-hello there”


I started banging my head on the wall as I realized that I made a fool out of myself once again. He probably thinks I’m crazy now. I swear I sounded like a freaking alien. I was about to say something when I heard a deep chuckle on the other end. Not just any normal chuckle but a sexy chuckle. How could someone chuckle so sexily? I groaned in frustration and ran a hand through my hair.


“You’re nervous aren’t you?” he asked me, his deep husky voice lingering in my ears.


I took a deep breath. Be confident. Be confident.


“N-no, I’m not” I replied trying to sound strong which obviously I failed in.


“Don’t worry, I don’t bite” he whispered softly which made the butterflies in my stomach go wild.


I bet my legs that he’s smirking right now. I felt my heart pick up it’s pace as I gazed at the wall intently, trying to think of a nice comeback. I already made the most embarrassing text message in the world so when do I have to make the most embarrassing phone call ever too?

“Why did you call?” I asked politely, my voice a bit higher than usual.


“Don’t talk like that, Angel”


My heart stopped beating for a second as he said my name. I gripped my phone hard in my ear, trying to memorize his voice in my head so that I can think of it again and again. I shifted my position and tried to sit a bit more comfortably.


“Fine,” I said more like my normal voice. “Why did you call?”


“Because I wanted to call” he replied so casually.


Damn, he’s good at talking to girls. I am like a girl talking to fish when I talk to boys, well except for Eric.


“Well that’s a reasonable reason” I said then I rolled my eyes.


“Didn’t you know that rolling your eyes is rude” he said in a demanding tone.


My eyes widened like the freaking globe as his words sunk down on me. How did he know?! I scanned my surroundings trying to see if he had hidden cameras around my room. And now I’m starting to think that he’s really a robot. Maybe it’s the tone of my voice. I actually considered the thought of hanging up on him before he tells me more things that would make my eyes pop out.


“How did you know?” I egged on him.


“Because I know,” he said like he was telling me the weather.


“You psychic robot maniac” I said under my breath but I am 100% sure that he heard me loud and clear.


“A what now?” he asked with humor in his voice.


“To shorten that long nickname…I said ‘you pig’”


“I’m a pig now? At first I was a whale and now I’m a pig?” he said then laughed a little bit.


Sexiest laugh in the whole world.


“Yup, you’re a guy of many animals” I said then laughed back.

“Sure, whatever you say,” he said dismissively. “Anyways, what are you doing?”

“Uhm…” I said looking around my room thinking that I would find my answer somewhere there, “Nothing” I said hopelessly then jumped on my bed, landing on my back.


“Same here,” he said then groaned frustratedly.


“Where are you from?” I asked him, the question came out of my mouth before I could actually stop myself.


“I’m in your heart” he said dreamily.


“Your flirt stuffos wont work on me anymore, I’m kinda used to it”


“Aww that kinda sucks” he said sadly, “I can do actions instead” he said and I can feel him grinning on the other end.


“But really, where are you from?”


“Wouldn’t you like to know, stalker?”   


“Well duh, that’s why I’m asking you” I said then rolled my eyes again.


“Well I’m from America” he said smugly.


“No shit, Sherlock” I said then rolled my eyes again and fought back a laugh.

“Oh so little Angel likes to cuss, doesn’t she?” he asked and I felt him smirk.


“Hell yeah!” I shouted then laughed.


He laughed back and his laugh brought music to my ears. What the heck? Am I turning into frigging Shakespeare?


“I’m from America too,” I said in a whisper for no apparent reason.

“Yes I know babe, kinda obvious” he said then I felt him roll his eyes.


“Don’t call me that!” I whined but deep down I actually liked it.


“What? Babe?” he said playfully.


“Don’t call me babe” I said then smiled at myself, rolling around on my bed like a crazy fangirl.


“Why babe?”


Honestly, I’m just playing with him so that he can call me babe more. Haha, evil Angel.


“Just stop” I said then a thought came to mind. “What state?”




My heart stopped beating for a second. “Me too!” I shouted then sat up from my laying down position.


I ran over to my window and opened it and looked out hoping to find some boy somewhere down the street holding his phone. Great, now I feel like a desperate hooker.


“Well that’s nice” he said in a low voice that I found extremely sexy.


“I wanna see you” I muttered and covered my mouth immediately regretting what I said.


“Y-you wanna what?” he asked, his voice a little scared and shaky.


Didn’t he want to see me? He told me before. My heart dropped a thousand feet at the thought of him not wanting to see me. I frowned and sighed then closed my window.


“Oh, it’s okay” I said.


“You don’t know me, Angel” he hissed rather angrily.


“I know I don’t know you well,” I said getting a bit annoyed because he was stating the obvious.


“You wouldn’t want to meet a stranger like me,” he warned, his voice getting lower and lower.


“I do want to see you, Chris” I said getting a bit more annoyed than before.


I heard a sharp intake of breath on the other end and he stopped breathing. I shut my eyes getting ready to be rejected again, I clenched my fists and my whole body stiffened.


“Angel, I’m different…” he said finally after a couple of minutes.


“Chris, it’s not like you’re an alien or a monster” I said then rolled my eyes.


“The latter may be true,” he said, the arrogance vanished in his voice.


“You are not a monster” I said to him slowly, making the words sink down in his system.


It was silent for a brief minute then suddenly…

“How would you know?!” he shouted.


Did he just…shout at me? Anger filled my whole self and all I wanted to do is find him and slap him across the face making sure to leave a nice red hand mark on his cheel.


“Because, I trust you! I trust you that you’re not a monster or some crazy person!” I said before stopping myself.


“Why the fuck do you trust a complete stranger?!” He shouted angrily then before I can reply to his question, he said something that literally tore my heart into pieces. “How stupid can you get, Angel?!”


Tears started to fill my eyes once he called me stupid. I sighed heavily and closed my eyes, trying hard not to let the tears fall. I slumped down on the floor and rested my head on the side of my bed. I can hear him breathing heavily on the other end. There was a moment of silence and we were both lost in words. After a while, I couldn’t help the tears anymore, I just let them flow down. Why didn’t I hang up on him yet? I don’t even know. I sniffed back a sob, which made it very obvious to him that I was crying and that’s when he started to speak. It was like a signal for him to speak once he knew that he made me cry and that made me extremely angry.


“Angel, I didn’t mean to-“


“Forget it, Chris” I said closing my eyes and letting the tears fall down on my cheeks then down to the floor.


“I’m just unstable right now,” he said then sighed.


“Doesn’t give you the right to call someone stupid, does it?!” I shouted, letting all the anger out.


“Angel, I-“


“Just fucking forget it!” I shouted then hung up.


I growled and threw my phone and once it landed on the floor I felt it vibrate. I was fighting the urge to grab it and throw it out the window but my phone is my world. I sighed and got up from the floor and jumped on my bed.

How stupid can you get Angel?! His voice is still ringing in my head and it was disturbing. I cant believe I actually trusted him! He was right, he was just a stranger nothing more…Even if he flirted with me numerous times he’s still a stranger. We haven’t met right? But why is he so bothered on the fact that I want to see him? He says he’s a monster but he doesn’t even sound like a monster, he sounds like an angel…


Was I falling for him? Absolutely not! How can he call me stupid, he doesn’t even know me.

Maybe he has a fucked up life. There are lots of people that are emotionally unstable because of the problems they are facing at the moment. But Chris doesn’t sound like he has a sad life…he sounds happy.


His voice went in my ears again and it sent a shiver down my spine. I wiped the tears off my face and sniffed. I hugged my legs and started rocking back and forth looking like a crazy person right now. I felt another tear escape my eyes and I wiped it immediately. I looked to my left and stared at myself through my full size mirror and I honestly looked horrible. I forced a smile and sighed. I walked over to the mirror and stared at myself.


“Angel!” shouted my mom from outside my room.


I gasped in shock and wiped the tears off my face. I cleared my throat and shook my head.


“Yes mom?” I said trying very hard not to make my voice crack.


“You okay in there?” she said with utmost concern.


“Never felt better!” I chirped happily.


I heard her footsteps walk away and I waited for it to fade and so I looked back at myself.


“You’re a strong girl, Angel” I said to myself.


I turned around and walked over to my phone and picked it up. I opened the new message and read it with big eyes and shaking hands.


New Message.


From: Chris The Whale


Angel, I’m so sorry. I’m really unstable right now so please please understand. We will meet soon, I promise.


xx Chris


P.S. You have the sweetest most angelic voice I’ve ever heard :)

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