she stared at her phone, her inbox flowing with the amount of voicemails there were. all of them were from cole. she hadn't listened to any of them yet. she couldn't handle the sound of his voice. but maybe these voicemails would help her decide what she was going to do with cole. with a shaking finger, she pressed the first of 203 voicemails.
Voicemail 1: "Whatta hoe."
Voicemail 2: "I hate you."
Voicemail 3: "I hate the way you look."
Voicemail 4: "I hate the way you smile."
Voicemail 5: "I hate the way you taste."
Voicemail 6: "I miss you."
Voicemail 7: "Sorry, wrong hoe."
Voicemail 8: "I bet you're crying as you're listening to these..."
amelia kept listening to the hateful voicemails cole had sent her the night of the bowling game. and that's when she decided. she knew what to do with cole.
she had made her choice.
YOU ARE READING
A Typical Fuckboy - Published as a Textrovert
Short Story"Hey Simone, it's me Dylan. I just wanted you to know that last night was great, but I don't want any responsibility." "..." "I know I kinda sound like an ass, telling you over text." "This isn't Simone." "Oh god! Sorry! OMFG I'm so sorry."...
