Wrong Number (Justin Bieber)

Chapter 1

**This is a new story I am in the process of writing, but it is not the story I talk about at the end of my other story. I just started this one today because I decided to try something different**

Bold messages will be incoming and non bold will be outgoing messages throughout this story. All phone numbers and usernames in this story will be made up, so I apologize if I happen to use a real person's phone number or username!! Enjoy.

1-824-556-0812: Yo Khalil, you busy? 

I hear my phone buzz and pick it up, seeing a text from a random number. I decide to mess around with the person and pretend to be this "Khalil". 

Addie: Nah, what's good? I lost my contacts though bro, who's this?

I hit send and giggle, waiting for a reply.

1-824-556-0812: Man, don't play. It's Bizzle.

Addie: Right, sorry man. Just chillin'

Bizzle: Wanna hit the club? I'm bored as shit man.

I read the text and laugh, might as well make him think his buddy is standing him up. I'm so evil, haha.

Addie: Sure bro, I'll meet you there in 20.

Bizzle: Ight, see you there.

I put my phone down and turn on Netflix, needing something to do to pass the time on this lame Friday night. I pick NCIS and grab a soda out of the fridge before settling back down on my couch. 

Bizzle: WTF man, where you at? I don't see you nowhere.

I decide not to reply when I get a text from "Bizzle" half an hour later. I'm to engrossed in my episode of NCIS to deal with this stranger shit. 

Bizzle: I know this isn't Khalil, so who the fuck is this and why are you pretending to be Khalil?!

I got woke up to a text at 10 in the morning. I groan and look at my phone, seeing that it's "Bizzle". Well damn, I guess my fun is over with.

Addie: Hey, calm down "Bizzle". It's not my fault you text the wrong number and I decided to play along and have a little fun. 

Bizzle: It's not funny, this some bullshit. I asked who the fuck this is?!

Addie: My name is Adalynne, and you text me first so watch your mouth. 

Bizzle: How old are you?

Addie: Why does it matter? I don't know you, I'm not about to give out my personal information to a stranger. Especially not a stranger named "Bizzle". Bitch please.

Bizzle: Quit being a stubborn bitch and just tell me how old you are.. I'm losing my patience babe.

Addie: How sweet of you, call me a bitch and then end it with babe. You sound like a real winner.. I'm 19, now leave me alone.

Bizzle: Hmm, legal. Send me a selfie.

Addie: Uh, no? You could be a fifty year old pedofile for all I know. I don't send selfies to random men.

Bizzle: I'm no random man babe, you've been texting me for a day now. Doesn't that count for something? And I gotta make sure you ain't ugly, I don't talk to ugly bitches.

Addie: Seriously? I don't even know your real name. And I'm not sending you a selfie, just assume I'm hideous and stop texting me. Kay thanks.

Bizzle: Justin. And I'm 23, nothing pedofile about that. Now how bout that selfie?

Addie: No thanks, gtg. Nice talking.

I end the conversation and get on twitter, deciding to tweet a picture of our texts for my twitter followers amusement. 

adalynnemarierivers: Lol to having fun and screwing with strangers. Hey, you text me first so I'm gonna enjoy myself! 

I hit "tweet" and instantly got a bunch of replys from people saying "lol", "You're funny", and "trolling at it's finest". I'm pretty popular on twitter, mainly because of my looks. I know I'm good looking, so I won't deny it. If I wasn't good looking I wouldn't be a model.