Phone Sex | Jack Hughes

PROLOGUE

I'M NOT USUALLY ONE FOR DRAMATICS BUT WHEN MY phone buzzes six times in a row at 1:08am on a Saturday morning, I'm sort of pissed the fuck off. I'd had a huge week of studying, working, trying to do life, and it was finally closing in on the one day a week where I got to just relax. Hang out. Indulge in some self love, sit on the couch in an oversized t-shirt and cry over Greys Anatomy.

And yet, my phone buzzes again, like it's trying to annoy the shit out of me. Like it's begging me to check it, despite my rule to not check my phone throughout the night.

Usually, I leave it on do not disturb, but for some reason I decided not to tonight, and I was wildly regretting it. I was barely asleep, my eyes only just fluttering closed when my screen lights up the room obnoxiously, forcing my room mate to stir in her sleep.

I roll over to face my nightstand, reaching for my phone with a scowl, whoever dared to text me at this house better have a fucking good reason.

But then I'm stumped, because it's an unknown number. Immediately, I'm thinking it's a prank text, because why else would an unknown number be texting me at 1:08am on a Saturday?

I swipe open my phone, clicking into the text threat with squinted eyes.

Unknown:
I can't wait to fucj you again jenny
Sexy little thing
Come have phonr sex with daddt
Don't by shy jen, I know you're a dirty little girl
Cant wait to eat your pussu again
Jesus Christ can you come over tonight?
Neverminf I forgit I'm at a partg

Jenny:
First of all
Ick
Secondly
I'm not jenny, bud

He responds again a full twenty minutes later, seemingly more sober than before, and suddenly his responses are instant, almost like he's waiting for them.

Unknown:
Cute
Don't be shy sweetheart
You definitely weren't shy last night

Jenny:
I don't know what to tell you bro
But I'm not Jenny and I didn't screw you last night.

Unknown:
Prove it

Jenny:
I don't have to prove shit to you asshole
Leave me alone
It's 1am
It's my only day off without lectures

Unknown:
Lectures???
You're a sports reporter babe
But good try

Jenny:
Bitch wtf
Who are you

Unknown:
Literally Jack
We fucked last night
Stop playing

Jenny:
I am not playing.
Let me spell it out to you
I. Am. Not. Jenny!!!!!

Jack?:
Who are you then?

Not Jenny:
None of your business, Jack.

Jack?:
I told you my name, sweetheart
Your turn

Not Jenny:
Stop calling me sweetheart
For all you know I'm a 48 year old man
Who still lives in his parents basement

Jack?:
But you're not
Are you?
Sweetheart

Not Jenny:
I'm blocking you