[✓] reconnected , c. besson

↦ chapter 3

8:00 am, wednesday | ꨄ
(miranda's pov)
"how did you get my number?"

I woke up with my head pounding and feeling extremely under the weather. jesus, how long did i stay out in the rain last night?

i inched out of bed and reached over to grab my phone, turning it on so that i can make a call. i scroll down in my contacts until i finally find kathy, and then hit dial. i waited nervously as the line rang, praying that she picked up.

eventually, she did answer. "miranda? why are you calling?" she questioned immediately after picking up. "i'm not feeling too hot today, can you call janelle and ask her to cover for me today?" i said while nervously laughing. i could practically hear her sighing over the phone, tapping her fingers rapidly on the counter.

"fine, i'll give her a call right now. feel better, alright?" she said, sympathetically. "thank you so much, i'll make sure to make myself some soup" i said and added a small giggle to it. "i mean, whatever floats your boat man. just don't go running around the city or else you'll get even more sick."

we exchanged goodbyes and hung up the phone. i got up to fix myself some breakfast, but just as i did that my phone started ringing again.

i don't have any friends aside from kathy and janelle, who could be calling me?

i look over and pick up my phone, reading the caller id to see if it was anyone i recognized. the only thing i saw was a random number flashing across my screen. i was beyond confused.

"maybe it's someone from work?" i thought. kathy always tells us that we might receive calls from our bosses, and we should always pick them up.

so, in fear of me losing my job, i pick up.

"hello?" i said, trying my best to sound like i've been awake for several hours.

"hey, miranda! it's corbyn."

the moment i heard his voice my heart dropped. what the hell? how did he get my number? why is he calling me? does he just want his jacket back? i have so many questions

"oh uh, hi? how did you get my number?" i asked, nervously laughing a bit. "one of your co-workers gave it to me! i think her name was kathy or katy or something."

damnit. she must've seen corbyn giving me his jacket last night and thought we were close.

"oh. well i didn't really expect that you'd call." i heard him laugh a bit over the phone. "and i didn't expect that you'd pick up, but hey, here we are now." i couldn't help but laugh a bit at his comment.

the line went quiet for a few moments while i looked around my room. i spotted corbyn's jacket on my dresser and my eyes widened a bit. "hey, so you know how you gave me your jacket last night?" i asked.

"yeah, what about it?" "do you wanna meet up somewhere so that i can give you it back? it looks like an expensive jacket and i would hate if you were to lose it." i said, tripping on my words. why was i so nervous? i don't even like this guy anymore.

"nah, keep it. it looked better on you than it did on me anyways." corbyn replied. my heart skipped a beat hearing that, and corbyn knew it did. he laughed a bit.

"anyways, i heard you were feeling a bit sick. really sorry about that, i shouldn't have kept you out in the rain for so long." he said apologetically.

"it's not that big of a deal! just a cold, ya know?" corbyn sighed. "but it's a big deal to me. it's my fault that you aren't able to go outside and have fun today." him blaming himself caused me to feel a bit guilty. it really wasn't his fault. "is there any way i can help you feel a bit better?" he asked.

i tapped my chin and thought for a bit, was there really anything he could do? i mean i had no real intention of ever meeting up with him, but one day couldn't hurt, right?

"could you... come over?" i said, quietly.

"of course. do you want me to bring you anything to make you feel better?" he asked, almost immediately after i said that. "chicken noodle soup and maybe one of you hoodies, they're pretty comfortable. i don't have many jackets around here" i said while playing with my fingers and giggling a bit.

i could hear corbyn smirking over the line. "text me your address, i'm coming over right now. see you soon princ- i mean miranda." corbyn said before hanging up the phone.

i put down my phone and ran my fingers through my hair. what the hell did i just agree to?

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