Fatal Pursuit

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I couldn't stop thinking about Ignacio and the way he made me feel; it was something I'd never felt before. I tried to make myself not think about it too much, filling my schedule with menial tasks so I could keep from texting him, for a few more hours at least.
After I had done the same load of laundry for the third time, my patience broke. I snatched the napkin from my nightstand and punched the numbers into my phone.

I hate sending the first message. How should I even start?

Hola! Guess who?
No.

Hey. It's your favorite clumsy girl.
Too corny

Hey baby, guess who?
Too flirty

I kept typing and deleting over and over. I stare at what I had so far:
Hey, it's infinity. I enjoyed meeting you last night and hope we can get together soon.

Ahh I can't send this.
I mean it's the truth but it just feels weird. I adjusted myself in the hammock that I was lying in and my thumb slipped and pressed the send button.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! No no no.

The blue progress bar was almost at the end of its journey then suddenly the message... bounced?

*Delivery failure*
This number does not exist

What?

I looked at the napkin and double-checked each digit carefully. I had typed it correctly. I feel a wave of shame wash over me as the realization sinks in.

He gave me a fake number.

He saw how flustered he made me and just wanted to play with me.
Just when I thought that things were different over here, I get played again.
It instantly reminded me of the time that I decided to be bold and asked a man for his number. Instead of saying he wasn't interested or making up a fake girlfriend, he made sure to go to the farthest extremes to embarrass me by giving me a fake fucking number. Wasn't even creative about it, "555-5678", fucking idiot.

I threw the napkin in the trash, feeling so stupid for ever feeling butterflies or flattered by another guy who took pleasure in wasting my time.
I just don't get it. How is G already basically booed up after being here for the same amount of time as me, going to the same places as me, I mean, oh god. It just hurts so bad.
I felt a pang in my chest and my eyes started to well up with tears. I looked up at the ceiling, blinking quickly so the tears wouldn't fall. Crying about it would only make me feel like more of an idiot about the whole thing.