Wrong Number

Chapter 6

P: Logan?

Yodel: What?

P: Is that your name?

Yodel: No and stop trying to guess it

P: Leo?

Yodel: Nope

P: Are you sure?

Yodel: Am I sure my own name isn't Leo? ...yes P I think I'm sure

P: Are you just lying because you don't me to know?
P: AM I TEXTING LEONARDO DICAPRIO!?

Yodel: Yup how'd you know

P: Thought you could trick me Leo? I'm on to you

Yodel: Because I'm sure Leonardo DiCaprio doesn't have anything better to do than text a 19 year old college student...

P: Don't get sassy with me Liam

Yodel: Now who the hell is Liam?

P: Dammit I thought I had you then

Yodel: Don't you have something better to do

P: Not for hours...Landon

Yodel: Well I do
Yodel: And I've never even met anyone named Landon

P: I'll be back with more this isn't the end
P: LEWIS

Yodel: Still not my name

"Hey, what's a name starting with L?" I look up from my phone meeting Haley's eyes from across the small coffee table. "Lauren?" She offers offhanded while flipping through and highlighting sentences from the book in front of her.

"No, a boy name," I shake my head as if she were supposed to know that. "Oh, uhhhh, I don't know...Loyd..?" She mumbles what she's highlighting as the yellow stick glides over the off-white paper. "Loyd," I draw back with distaste.

It's not like I don't like the name, at least not on a personal level. There was just a boy named Loyd in my sixth grade class who constantly ate his boogers and always made a show of it. Me, being the absolute worst person at handling things like that, ended up throwing up in class once because of it. As if that wasn't enough it was all over the boy in front of me who I had the biggest crush on.

So, safe to say me and Loyd's don't have the greatest history.

P: Loyd?

Yodel: No. And BUSY!

P: Fine BUT IM MAKING A LIST!

"Why?" Haley spares a glance while her hand jots down some notes. "Hm?" I lock my phone and focus my attention back on her. "Why are you asking?" She repeats. "Oh, just popped into my head," I shrug nonchalant taking a sip of my coffee. She eyes me for a second before shaking her head. "You're so weird."

I don't bother fighting it, scrolling through my social medias as I had finished my studying for the day. Or, well, okay, maybe I was just procrastinating a bit but I was lying to myself to feel better about it.

I start on Twitter today, seeing if there were any talks of parties since I promised both my roommates a night out this weekend.