The Wrong Number changed My Life.

Damn, that escalated quickly!

Chloe | He

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣

My eyes bulge out of my eye sockets as I scroll up to see that I clicked sent instead of delete by mistake.

I facepalm myself. My cheeks flush red thinking how embarrassing it looks and sounds.

And to add up I wasn't in one of my best moods right now.

I hastily tap on the screen typing a reply.

'I am extremely sorry I didn't mean to send that message.'

And I receive 2 replies within 10 seconds.

Damn, he types fast.

'You didn't mean to send it, but you did, which means you were curious.'

'And curiosity kills the cat baby ;)'

'I wasn't curious, it was a mistake.'

"Whatever floats your boat baby girl :D'

'Can you stop with those emoticons already?'

'Uh huhh╮(╯▽╰)╭'

MY brows furrow together into a frown and I decide not to reply at all, all those emoticons; however small, were annoying the crap outa me. And the stranger would probably stop texting me after a while.

I put my mobile on silent and throw it on my nightstand. I switch off the lights and crawl back on my bed snuggling onto my blanket as I try to go back to sleep.

He is a he!

He said he is hot!

Didn't mom teach you that you shouldn't talk to strangers?

You are a hormonal teenager.

That doesn't mean you have the right to talk to strangers.

But the stranger is hot..

"Ughh", I groan into my pillow as I turn myself around. These stupid brain rambles were getting out of control, they needed to stop.

'Shut up brain' I mumble to myself as I close my eyes and try to sleep again.

Go check your phone.

Go check your phone.

Go check your phone.

Go check your phone.

Go check your phone.

Go check your phone.

I tighten my hold on my blanket and snuggle even more into a ball.

Go check your phone.

Go check your phone.