The next morning
My phone buzzed with a message from Aaron.
Aaron:
Hey, you alright? Didn't see you at the party last night.
Aaron:
I was hoping you'd come.
I stared at the screen, heart tightening. She had no idea I was there... or what I saw.
I didn't reply.
Another message came in.
Aaron:
If you want to talk, I'm here.
I locked my phone and turned away.
How could I explain this?
How could I face her now?
Later that evening
Aaron's phone lit up as she hammered out message after message to Lismery, desperate for a response.
Aaron:
Why won't you answer me?
Aaron:
Did I do something wrong?
Aaron:
Please just tell me what's going on.
Aaron:
I'm not going to just let this go without knowing.
Aaron:
I'm here. Talk to me.
The silence was deafening. No replies. No read receipts. Nothing.
Frustration twisted in Aaron's chest. She wanted to understand, to fix whatever had broken between them. But all she got was cold emptiness.
She typed again, fingers trembling.
Aaron:
If you don't want to talk, just say so. Don't leave me hanging like this.
She stared at the screen, waiting. Hoping. But the phone stayed silent.
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Wrong Number
Teen FictionAaron texts the wrong number and they didn't know. They sexted who they thought was their girlfriend. The girl decided to mess around and didn't know it was Aaron. Once she found out she kept texting them.
