Wrong Number Right Message (Wrong but Right #1)
Chapter 1 Weslyn
Weslyn
All I want to do is toss myself on my bed, huff into my pillow and watch reruns of my favorite vampire show for the rest of the night.
No one told me school would be this taxing on a girl's mental health. But instead, I find myself needing to head straight from campus to the bowling alley so I don’t end up late for work—something I'm already on notice for.
I usually only work Friday nights with some other weekdays sprinkled in here and there.
Measly four-hour shifts that provide me with enough money for food and other essentials while I use my much appreciated college fund on tuition and the rent for my tiny apartment not far from campus.
I don’t really like my job, per se. But I put up with it because it accommodates my semi-social life and the time I need for classes and schoolwork.
But other than having a job and being enrolled in college, I don’t really have much else going on with my life.
It's pretty much as boring as it can get and some days, I wonder if I even have anything worth really looking forward to.
I toss my bag into the front passenger seat and secure my seatbelt before I start the car.
I check my rearview mirror, making sure the coast is clear, but before I have a chance to pull out of the parking lot, my phone vibrates in my bag.
I'd normally ignore it, thinking it might just be one of those toll road scammers, but when I lift my phone and see that it's a normal text message from a regular phone number, intrigue coats me.
3:17pm
Hey, It's Kyran. I wanted to see if we could schedule a follow up from last night’s conversation.
I stare at it in confusion. Last night? Last night, I was probably face down in a textbook, sleeping, as lo-fi music played in the background. It's what I do most nights these days. Welcome to the glorious life of a college student.
I read the message again, certain I don’t know anyone by that name and I should just ignore it. But if I do, whoever this is might text me again, clearly thinking I'm someone I'm not. So I decide to type out a quick response just to ward them off.
3:18pm
Hey, I'm sorry. I think you have the wrong number.
I send the quick message and then toss my phone back in my bag before I head off to work.