Wrong Number

Chapter 11// Seeing Your Face

Matthew is bold. Chloe is regular font. Other is italics.

-Later that Day-

I start pacing. Oh god. Oh god. I'm so nervous like. What if I embarrass myself? What if I say something stupid? Oh god. I don't even know why I'm so nervous to talk to him. It's just Matthew. Not like I like him or anything like that so I should be fine. Thank god Melissa is at work or she would have been saying stuff.

I stop pacing and I walk to my bed and I open my laptop and I sit down. I grab a pillow and I hug it tightly. Fuck I'm so nervous. I check the time. Oh god. It's about time. I need a cinnamon roll or something.

My phone dings. I quickly look at my phone and it's a message from him.

Matthew: Are you ready?

Me: Yeah just hold up

Matthew: Okay

I quickly put my phone down. Fuck oh god. I quickly run downstairs almost tripping and I grab a bottle of water and a cinnamon roll I got an hour ago. I also get a napkin and then I run back up stairs.

I'm so out of breath. I jump on my bed and I lay everything out. Putting my Cinnamon roll on the napkin.

I open my laptop and I quickly log in and I click on Skype. I type in his username. I take a deep breath. I take my phone out and I go to his name.

Me: I'm ready

Matthew: Okay

I click on his name and I click on video call. Fuck I'm nervous. After the third ring he answers. His face pops up. He's smiling. My heart skips a beat. Oh my god he's hot. I study his face and he's even better than what I imagined.

"Hey Sexy Cinnamon." I look at him.

"Hey Matthew." He smiles at me.

"I wasn't expecting this."

"Expecting what?"

"You."

"What about me?"

"I wasn't expecting you to look this gorgeous and this is exactly how I imagined you too."

I couldn't help but smile. I grab a pillow to cover my blushing face. I mumble a thanks into my pillow.

"Why are you covering your face with a pillow? Move the pillow."

I shake my head.

"Why? Just remove it. Come on."

Oh god this is embarrassing. I move the pillow from my face. Please say I'm not blushing anymore.

"So what are you doing?"

"Nothing really." I look at my cinnamon roll. Let's see how he's going to react. "But I got your favorite thing in the world."

"What might that be?"

I smirk. I grab my cinnamon roll and I show him. "A cinnamon roll duh." He fakes a scream. He's so dramatic.

"That's not my favorite. That's the devil. Oh god get that thing away. It's horrifying."

I take a bite and I can see him cringe. "You no like?" I smirk at him.

"Wow sexy cinnamon you really going to do this to me?" I scrunch my nose as I smile.

"Of course."

"Damn that was adorable." I look at him confused.

"What's adorable?"

"That nose scrunch you did."

"Oh." Matthew smiles at me and I swear his smile brightened up this room.

"So Sexy Cinnamon how is college going for you?" I take another bite of my cinnamon roll.

"It's going good. It's pretty stressful but I'm getting it done."

"That's good." He says as he smiles. I finish my cinnamon roll and I open my bottled water. "Keep working hard I want to see you walk across that stage." I smile at him.

"Don't worry. I'm working my hardest."

"That's my girl." I smile at him. "So sexy Cinnamon." The way that name rolls off his you tongue is perfect. Like how? "What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know. Maybe get to know each other." He nods as he runs his hands through his hair. Omg. He's perfect. Why do I keep saying stuff like this? I don't like him.

"Okay. So do you play any sports?"

"In high school I was on the volleyball team." He nods.

"What fun." He says as he smiles.

"What are you most likely to be famous for?"

"I would be famous as a male model." I laugh.

"You would never make that."

"I could I got the looks for it and I got the body for it." Before a word falls out of my mouth he starts talking again.

"Wanna see?"

"See what?"

"My body duhh."

"Ummm."

"To late." He starts moving and the next thing I know he's taking his shirt off. Oh shit. Oh god. What the fuck do I do? He sets his shirt next to him and my eyes roam his body going from his tattoo on his arm to his abs. Omg. Can't like he's smiling hot. "See I told you. I have the body for it do you think so?"

"Put your shirt back on."

"Why? Is my sexiness distracting you?"

"No. I just don't want to look at your ugly body." He laughs.

"You know my body isn't ugly. But I'm still not gonna out my shirt on."

"Why?"

"Because I said so." He's distracting me. I can't.

"I gotta go. Talk to you later bye." Before he can say anything I hang up quickly and I close my laptop. The next thing I know I hear the door open.

"Honey I'm home." I roll my eyes. I swear she does this everyday after she comes home from work but we play along.

"Coming honey." I go downstairs and she's standing in front of the door. "How was work honey?" I playfully say.

"It was good." I laugh and she does too. "Anything interesting happen?"

"Nope. Nothing at all." Can't tell her about the call because I know she gonna say something.

"Damn that sucks. Did you and your boyfriend talk to each other today?"

"Not my boyfriend. But yes we did." She smirks.

"What did y'all talk about today?"

"Nothing much. But I got homework so I'll talk to you later." I go upstairs and I close my door.

Here's another chapter of Wrong Number. Sorry it took awhile I've been busy with school and stuff. I'll try and post more can't promise it tho.

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