Londyn and the brunette boy she met were dancing together in sync with the music. After two more songs, she felt herself getting a little tired. He led her to the bar. They had a few tequila shots together.
"The name's Londyn. Can I get your number?" She smiled flirtatiously.
"My name is Wells, but you can call me anytime," he winked. Wells slid a piece of paper over to her. "I gotta go, but we'll talk soon."
Londyn took one glance at the paper with Wells' number on it and smiled. She rose her head to thank the boy, but saw him gone. She shrugged, and figured that she'll text him tomorrow morning. She went home and went to bed.
The next morning, she pulled her phone out and began to text Wells.
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londyn: hey! it's londyn
unknown: londyn??¿
londyn: from last night? at the club?
unknown: yep, im pretty sure you have the wrong number
londyn: well i typed it in exactly as he wrote it down
londyn: hE GAVE ME A FAKE NUMEBD
londyn: *NUMBER
unknown: sorry londyn
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fake number ☈ dom sherwood
Fanfictionin which a girl received a fake number some douche made up [copyright cm]
