Against my better judgment, I answer, "Look I told you, you have the wrong number," I say a bit too harshly. "I wish I was the girl you were looking for but I'm not."
"You do, huh?" His husky voice fills my ear again and I shiver.
What the hell is he going on about?
"What are you talking about?" I ask confused.
"That you wish you were the girl I was looking for," he says amused.
I groan remembering exactly what I said and palm my face, "I said that huh?"
"Uh huh!"
***
Fallon Mathews is a waitress who works entirely too hard and too much.
She is pretty, smart, and not shy.
Alexander Grant is the owner of one of the hottest clubs around- which just so happens to be the same club that Fallon likes to go to in her free time.
Oh did I also mention that he is the son of a well-known CEO? A billionaire? No!? Well, he is.
He isn't a player, but he does sleep around a lot. After all, he is single.
What happens after he is given the wrong number that just so happens to be, Fallon's?
Love, friendship, heartache, drama, and tragedy all in one!
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"Well then. That's the first time a girl has ever rejected my close proximity," he said, eyes ablaze with a playful fire.
"You better get used to it," I retorted as I spun on my heel and headed for the school doors that led to the outside.
"I've never met anyone like you before," he called after me, this time, not coming after me.
"I know, Romeo. I'm a special little snowflake," I called back, not turning around.
"You got the 'little' part right there, Princess!" he shouted after me.
I threw up my middle finger back to him and heard him laugh as I exited out the doors rather dramatically.
...
I'm tired of all those high school stories about a straight-A girl student with the perfect life who falls for the stereotypical Mr. Bad Boy who wears leather black jackets and only has a soft spot for her. That's not how the real world works, sweetheart. I may look like a damsel, but I'm never in distress.
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Not me making fun of the "she's not like every other girl" trope <3 o.o :))
I like to think I'm funny. After all:
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