in attempts to get the number of a guy she'd met at a bar, hunter wounds up with the number to the wrong guy.
but was he really the wrong guy in the end?
in which two people searching for a good time fall too hard.
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chase (bar) holy shit hey
hunter sorry it took so long for me to text i passed out right when i got back last night
chase (bar) all good only i think you got the wrong number
hunter funny you put the number in sooo
chase (bar) yeah def got the wrong number clearly that guy was an idiot
hunter wdym
not chase? if you're the girl in that pic and a guy purposely gave you the wrong number.. hes an idiot
hunter right? im hot he was probs too drunk to type correctly
not chase? his loss is my win
hunter gross.. you could be a literal child or grown ass man
not chase? okay im not. the names trevor, im 21 and not a child
hunter im hunter and don't believe you
not chase?
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hunter that's not you
not chase? yeah it is 🙃
hunter right... cause the decently cute guy at the bar accidentally gave me the number to a hot hockey player sure thing
not chase? howd you know i play hockey
hunter my brothers a huge hockey fan loves the ducks but specifically bc of the films he thinks the team is ass but trevor zegras (not you) is a good player
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hello?
incoming facetime from not chase/trevor
Hunter stared at her phone in confusion, her anxiety growing at the endless possibilities of who was behind the screen. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that it was someone other than Trevor Zegras. She had been telling the truth, she didn't have a clue when it came to hockey but she remembered an attractive guy when she saw him.
With hesitation, she pressed answer, facing her phone to the ceiling in fear.
"Cool nipple light." She heard from the other end, her eyes peaking open to see the forehead and dirty blond locks of the boy in the picture.
Her heart dropped, "shit." It really was him.
"See, I wasn't lying." He let out a short wheeze of a laugh, her phone lifting to her face. The boy let his full face show as hers did, "and look! Neither were you." She couldn't help but to crack a smile at his words.
"Obviously the only liar in this situation is that idiot I met last night." She was upset about that. They'd hit it off, even made out and yet, he still gave her a fake number.
"Screw him."
"I was gonna." His face twisted at her response, though she'd only been telling the truth.
"You just wanted to hump and dump?"
She laughed at that, her hand clasping over her mouth at the question. Hunter nodded shamelessly, "if you can find me a guy that's worth more than that, go ahead."
"Ouch." He fell back, his hand slapping dramatically over his chest. "I'm worth lots."
"Puck bunny for life, babe." She joked, his face lighting up with a grin.
"You're from New York, right?"
Her eyes widened, "how'd you know?"
"The area code on your number." He answered and she let out a relieved sigh.
"Right, right.. yeah, I got to NYU." She told him, his head nodding slowly. "You're in California though, right? Or is it the off season. I'm legit clueless when it comes to sports."
"It's the off season, but I've been bouncing around before making it back home. I'm in Toronto at the moment, visiting some friends." Now the she looked, he seemed to be in a hotel room.
"I've never actually been to Canada, it's so close too." She confessed, allowing herself to get comfortable on her bed.
"It's pretty cool here, everyones super nice." He shrugged, a knock coming from the background. "Shit, I forgot we were going out. I'll text you, alright?"
She nodded, unable to hide her smile as the phone screen fell back to their texts.
