Phone Number

»one«

I blew out a sigh, nervous about what will Michael would react about my confession. I know we just talked for the first time in four years earlier, but I want him to know what I really feel for him.

You can do it Effie.

I opened the crampled paper he gave to me after lunch and carefully punching the seven digits in my pink telephone. It rang a lot of times until someone picks it up.

"Hello?"

This is it.

"Hey, umm. I.. I'm in love with you. Please don't freak out!" I bit my lip.

"Who the fuck is this?"

"Umm, did you forget that you gave me your phone number earlier?"

"No. And I don't fucking give my personal phone number."

"Shit."

I'm a hundred percent sure that I punched the correct digits! Shit, shit, shit. This is so embarrassing.

"Do I know you?" The deep voice asked, I gulped. This is the time where you hang up the phone right? I'm so stupid.

"No, oh fuck. Umm, bye I think I got the wrong number. Bye."

"Uh hey wai-"

He was about to talk but I hung it up and disconnected the conversation. I grunted and I just wanna punch myself. I threw myself in my bed wanting to scream. I'm such a stupid girl. Michael pranked me by giving me the fucking wrong number.