A Digit Off/ Corbyn Besson

Chapter 11

I sat on my bed with my legs crossed. I had my phone and that yellow sticky note sitting in front of me. I was contemplating calling this random boy, or not. It was like four hours after I met him, so he might be off. But still what about Corbyn? I know we aren't dating but still. I knew I had started to catch feeling for Corbyn but I didn't know how to deal with them. I didn't want to catch feelings for him. He's famous and I know he doesn't have anything close to feelings for me. So I mean I really could call this random dude. I reached down and picked up the note. I looked closer and read it again. "Hey cutie call me. 448-250-****." My eyes drew to small print at the bottom of the page. "My names Noah. I saw you and thought you looked cute, so here's my number call me maybe." Oh some Carly Rae up in here! The song started to ring through my head. Oh my god this song was my jam!!! Anyways I let out a sigh and a laugh. I pick up my phone and grind my teeth together. What was I gonna do? I let out let another sigh and set the phone back down. I stand up of my bed and walk out the room and across the hall. I place my ear against the wooden door. This was my sister's room and I didn't know if she was home yet. I knock on the door and step back.

"Come in!" I hear her yell. I twist the knob and walk in. She was standing over a backpack sitting on her bed. She was pushing stuff into it. She looked up at me has I asked,

"What are you running away?" I walk in closing the door behind me. She let out a small laugh.

"Well no, not forever just for the night."

"And what is that suppose to mean?"

"Gonna stay the night at a friends.....house" She said pausing between friends and house.

"Oh who? Lexi, Rain, or Emily-" She cut me off.

"Lexi," She said quickly.

"Now what did you want?"

"Oh right, I just wanted some advice," I said sitting down on the bed.

"Bout what? A boy?"

"Well boy-s" I said dragging out the s.

"Oooo what's going on?" She asked zipping up the bag.

"Ummmm lets say that a girl likes a boy, and she gets a different boy's number, what should she do?" I asked.

"Well is this 'girl' dating any of the boy's?" She asked putting air quotes around girl.

"No she's not, but she feels that if she calls this boy she would be betraying the other boy," I answered.

"So she's basically dating that one boy?" She said crossing ger arms. A smirk lit up on her face.

"No no she's not."

"Well I think if this girl isn't dating any of them, and she feels like that to the one boy-" I cut her off.

"Mmmmmmh."

"I think that she should tell the dude how she feels." My eyes widen.

"No no absolutely not!" I yell.

"Why not?"

"Because there's no way this boy likes her back!" Harper puts her hand under my chin and lifted it up.

"Sometimes you need to chance," She said quitly. I look away and sigh.

"When did I say I has talking about me?" I asked. She raised her eyebrow.

"Who else would it be?"

"Ummmm London."

"She's dating somone," She said crossing her arms again.

"Well then Asia," I say shakily. She rolled her eyes.

"Now get out so I can finish getting ready.

"Gladly," I say walking back out the door closing it behind me. I let out a sigh. I lifted my hand up off the knob and walk down the stairs. I walk into the kitchen and saw my mom sitting at the dinning-room table. She was on her phone but looked up at me when she heard me ask,

"Hey what you doing?"

"Oh hi, I'm looking at cabins for the family trip." I nodded. The family trip was something we did annually. We would all pick a destination and we would find a cabin or hotel to stay at for how ever long. This year I wasn't downstairs when they decided on a place so I didn't know where we were going. And I wanted to keep it like that. I wanted to just drive up to somewhere and have no idea where I was. I know that that isn't the best idea because if I ever need to call someone and tell them were I was I wouldn't know what to say. But that's the spontaneous part of it. I turn and ran back up the stairs. I open my door and plopped down on my bed. I picked up the note once again. When my phone started to ring. I flip it over and see 'unknown' at the top of the screen.I set the note down and answer the call. Lifting the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Heyyyyy," I heard the person on the other line say.

"Ummm who is this?"

"Cooooooorbyn," He said. He voice slowly became familiar.

"Oh hey why didn't you call me on your phone?"

"I loooooooost it, this is Jack's I think." I let out a laugh.

"I misssssssss you," He said. I pouted my lip.

"Miss you too."

"Soooooooooo what you doinnnnnnnng?" He asked.

"Sitting on my bed talking to my idiot."

"That's right yourrrrrrrr idiot." I giggle.

"Why are you acting so weird?" I ask.

"What. Noooooooooo! I fine," He said.

"Mmmmmmmh," I say. He was definitely acting weird. He was slurring his words, and I kept hearing bangs so I think he was falling over and over. Then it hit me.

"CORBYN MATTHEW BESSON ARE YOU DRUNK!" I yell.

"WHAT!!!! Noooooo."

"Dude your only 17!"

"I AM FINE!" He yells back.

"Oh my god, Corbyn."

"WHATTTTTT."

"Where are you?" I ask.

"Ummmm I don't really know."

"Oh my god your no help," I say putting him on speaker and looking at where the call was coming from.

"Wait your in La!" I yell.

"I am?" He ask.

"Ok ok listen Corbyn is anyone there with you?"

"Yea yea there's a whole bunch people downstairs."

"Ok is one of the boys there?"

"Yeah."

"Mmmmmmk bring the phone to one of them," I say trying to parent him. I heard some shuffling but evidently was hand to a new person.

"Hello?" They asked. I know this was Jonah. Thank god, the mature one.

"Hey Jonah, ok ok what is the address of where your at now?" I ask running over to my desk and writing down what he says.

"Ok I'll be there soon."

"Why?" He asked.

"Because," I say before yelling bye and hanging up. I run over to my closet and grab black legging and a white cropped top. I throw my hair in a messy bun and slip some Adidas slides on. I then notice the back of the shirt I had on said "Besson 1/5" in black letters. I let out a sigh. I know if I show up in this I going to be attacked by questions, so I slip it off and put a plain black shirt on. I tied it up and grab a key sitting on my desk. I bolt down the stairs and tell my mom that I'm gonna use the car. I Jump into it and shut the door. I grab my phone, and put the address into my gps. An hour drive, really?! You know what I don't care. I need to see Corbyn even if he's a little loopy. Plus he might need a ride.

A/n Oooooooop!