His Rebellious Nerd

Wrong Number

This had been the suckiest day I ever went through. Why? Because of this freaking thing that advertised my legs to the morons making me look like a prostitute. I swear a towel would have done a better job covering my legs instead of this little piece of shit.
I kick the shorts off my legs in anger, catapulting it to the other side of the room. How can people even keep up with it?

I kept on praying to God to give me patience and not strength because I might have beaten the bejesus out of the morons checking me out and rip the eyes out of my eye-rapists after I slam their face on concrete.

I thought turning to 'Ameliah' would make my life better but reality is like a slap on my face. I throw myself on my bed and grab my pillow clenching and frustratedly screaming in it so that it blocks the banshee shriek.

The buzzing of my phone made me jump off my bed and face-plant the floor. I groan and get up, rubbing my butt in pain.

I swear to god I'm gonna kill this person.

Now where's my freaking phone? I basically ramp on floor to look for it but still couldn't find it.

Where the hell is it-

Aha! Found it! I shove the blanket aside and check the caller's ID.

Unknown.

I sigh and swipe the disconnect icon.
I ain't got time to deal with stupid blind people who cannot even type correct numbers.

I toss my phone on my bed then plop onto it. I curl up like a worn, snuggled under the warmth of my blanket with my eyes slowly drooping.

Then my eyes fly open as soon as I closed them by the saccade string of continuous sound deafening my ears.
I place the pillows on both side of my ears trying to block the sound but then just say it wasn't helping. AT ALL!

I groan in irritation and angrily throw my hand to grab my phone from the nightstand but miserably fail when I accidentally knock it down instead making a huge crack appear on my screen.

Just.

So.

Freaking.

Great.

Whoever is calling me will face my wrath!

I hastily swipe the green icon.

"Hel-"

"Wrong number!" I spit out drily then disconnect the call.

The screen of my phone flashes again with the same number popping.

Oh for the love of God!
Who on earth is this imbecile!

"What the fuck can't get through that thickhead of yours! I told you its a WRONG NUMBER! Are you deaf or stupid? Or both at the same time? Stop calling me you imbecile before I jump through the screen and kick your sorry ass to cretinland!" I yell through the phone.

After my vent, I was breathless and thought that I traumatized the bejesus out of that poor soul but what I was not expecting was laughing.

Yes. Laughing.

" Sheesh! Calm down woman, Are you on your period or something? " I could hear the faint husky Spanish accent in his voice.

" Yes" I reply drily. "I woke up in a pool of blood. Is it how you want me to end yours?"

"You haven't changed one bit have you?" he chuckles from the other side.

Hold on. I thought this is a wrong number. What is he talking about?