"don't!" i shout before he can even hang up. i hear a sign on the other end of the call.
"really, chris. you fucked chris!" i shout, angry tears rush down my face.
"like you said before. i'm desperate." he grunts through shut teeth.
"yeah, but chris is a whole new level." i half-joke, the tears still come.
"i miss having sex." he shares. "with guys." he adds, making me feel good in all the right places.
"how was it?" i question, wanting to know if it was better than with me.
"bad? i didn't top, plus you're way bigger." he admits, making me blush.
"i miss you too." i whisper, knowing it's his way of saying he misses me.
"i know." he whisper, not being up front with me. "i got to go."
"bye." i mumble, waiting for him to hand up.
when he does it leaves a empty feeling in my stomach. yet somehow i feel happy.
{a/n: took my japanese final today . . . it sucked}
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wrong number !! phan
Short Story"wrong number." says a familiar voice. (a/n look sis i wrote this when i was a dumbass kid and like 15 years old. this shit is tough. i romanized depression and suicide and honestly i'm a dumbass bitch ass whore. i'm toxic and feel free to cancel me...
