Wrong number (Wilbur x OC)

Chapter 15 - Drunk Bets

Wilbur's POV

"I want you to go talk to three different girls in this room," she says.

"What does this have to do with Cassie?" I ask.

"Just do it," she says.

"Fine," I say, rolling my eyes. She laughs and then I get up. I walk over to the first girl I spot and strike up conversation. "Hi."

"Hey," she smiles. "You're cute."

"Thanks," I blush. I didn't expect this to go this fast.

"Do you want another drink," she asks. She smiles and she has pretty dimples. Her hair instantly fell into her eyes.

"No thanks, I'm already a little tipsy," I smile. She walks up to me and wraps her arms around my neck. "Oh, I'm, hi."

"Do you want to dance at least?" She asks. Her smile is so  pretty and familiar. I take a gulp and look over at the girl from the bar. She nods and I look back at the girl in front of me. I take a gulp. "Sure."

She takes my hand and drags me to the middle of the room. It was a slow song, unfortunately. She put her hands around my neck again and I forced myself to put my hands on her waist. She swayed slowly to the music. She put her head on my chest and I took a deep breath to stop myself from cringing.

"Are you okay, love," she asks. Those words broke me.

"I'm sorry," I say. "I can't do this."

I pull away from her and go back to the bar. The girl is laughing so hard I think she's dying from my embarrassment.

"You win," I mutter.

"I know," she says. "I knew you were gonna break the moment I saw you go over there."

"How?" I ask.

"She looks just like Cassie," she smirks.

"No, no she didn't," I deny. "She looks nothing like Cassie."

"Oh really," she says.

"Yes," I say.

"Look at this picture and then look at that girl and tell me they don't look the same," she pulls her phone back up and pulls up Cassie's profile.

In the picture Cassie was sitting on a park bench surrounded by roses her hair was still dark brown and her light brown eyes shined beautifully. Her dimples were clearly visible and her hair fell in her eyes.

"That means nothing," I whisper.

"It means a lot apparently," she says. "You're such a hopeless romantic."

"Yeah, obviously," I mutter.

"Oh, don't worry, soft boy," she smiles. "You're so in love you can't even see other girls. So at least if you do ever get together you won't see anyone else. Simp."

"Thanks for that," I smile a little.

"I better go it's getting late," she says. "I have work tomorrow."

"I'll see you around, I guess," I smile. "See ya..."

"Emma," she smiles. "The names Emma, and you are..."

"Will," I smile.

"See ya around, Will," she smiles. Soon she's gone. She didn't even get her prize for winning the bet. Well, I guess she did. She got the satisfaction of proving me wrong. I guess that's all she needed.

Actually, she was pretty cool. I wish I could have at least got her number. Oh, well. Maybe, another time. I quickly pay my tab and leave. I contemplate my next move carefully and then I just go for it.

Cassie My Love 😔✋🏾

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