Jessica and Naomi stared at their phones. Surprisingly, Aiden had given up the number without much struggle.
Now they just had to see if this guy wasn't going to do well....
Well they didn't know what
But it was better to be safe than sorry.
Jessica:
Hello?
Alex:
Hello? Who is this?
Jessica:
I should be asking you that
You've been texting my son
Alex:
Your son?
Jessica:
Aiden?
Alex:
Oh
Aiden
Jessica:
Well?
Wanna explain yourself?
Alex:
Pardon?
Jessica:
Why are you texting him?
Hm?
He's a kid
Don't you know that?
Alex:
Ok
First of all ma'am,
He texted me
I have never once texted him first
And second of all,
It was not my fault I met him
Jessica:
Oh
Sure
Yeah right
Alex:
Ma'am
Please
I mean no harm
Honest
Jessica:
Look
I don't care
Alex:
Ma'am
Jessica:
Look I don't like you
And if you go after my son
In any way
Your dead
Is that understood?
Mr...
Alex:
Laurier
Alex Laurier
And, understood ma'am
I don't plan to do anything
Honest
Jessica:
...
Whatever
Oh
And by the way
Expect a text from my sister
Alex:
Yes ma'am.
Jessica sighed, turning her phone off. She didn't trust this guy at all. Not one bit.
But only time would tell, right?
.
.
.
.
.
.
Alex sighed with relief. Oh thank fuck. He LIVED.
(A/N: SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER ITLL BE LONGER TMRW HOPEFULLY I PROMISE. WERE GETTING DOWN TO THE WIRE PEOPLE)
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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?
