Ashlyn paced around her room. Damnit. Damnit. What should she do? Should she tell the group chat? Maybe. No. No. That wouldn't do any good. But then—what about Logan? This obviously had been going on for sometime now—Logan looked used to it.
Ashlyn groaned and fell on her bed. Fuck it.
Ms. Mystery Person:
Hey.
The Tolerable One:
Hello!
Ms. Mystery Person:
First of all—why am I saved as mystery person?
Second of all—we need to talk.
The Tolerable One:
1. I wanted to be polite
2. About what if you don't mind me asking?
Ms. Mystery Person:
Look. I suck at words soon just going to be blunt.
I know about that guy bothering you.
The Tolerable One:
Wait.
Wait.
What?!
Ms. Mystery person:
Is that why you've been ignoring the chat?
The Tolerable one:
I haven't meant to be ignoring the chat.
I was just busy.
Ms. Mystery person:
With his work?
The tolerable one:
Oh.
You heard that to?
Ms. Mystery person:
That I did
You should tell someone.
The Tolerable one:
Well.
Um..
Ms. Mystery Person:
Boy.
Don't try and fight me on this.
The tolerable one:
I mean, he was just in a bad mood today
Ms. Mystery person:
Really? Because it looks like he's in a bad mood all the time.
Look. I'm not going to force you.
At the end of the day, it's your choice.
But you should tell someone at least.
That's not right.
The Tolerable one:
Alright.
Thank you by the way.
Ms. Mystery person:
Np
The tolerable one:
Oh.
I have a question.
Ms. Mystery Person:
Yeah?
The tolerable one:
Does this mean you go to our school?
Ashlyn stared at her phone screen. Fuck.
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Wrong Number.
FanfictionWhat if Ashlyn and the others didn't have to deal with the phantoms? What if their friendship started as a wrong number instead? What if they never went to savanah?
