Can't Handle It | Jackson Wang

9: Numbers

Jackson

A few phone calls after Luna left, I got her number and friends to come over.
Deciding to mess with her some more, I text her

Jackson: Hey baby 😉

Luna: Who's this?

Jackson: You don't remember me?

Luna: No...

Jackson: Wow, I really thought we had a connection last night.

Luna: I wasn't anywhere last night...

Jackson: You were with me. 😘

Luna: Jackson, cut the bullshit. How'd you get my number? Look through my phone while I was sleeping?

Jackson: Alright, you got me. Made a couple phone calls and got it.

Luna: Alright, I'm going to pretend that's not creepy. So why would you need it?

Jackson: Project, to annoy the shit outta you, ya know. For my own personal entertainment.

Luna: You're a psycho. See you at lunch (sadly).

Jackson: Come on, babe, I know you miss me.

She didn't respond to that text...

Luna

What the hell was that?
I walk downstairs to find my mom making something in the kitchen.
"Hey Mom... watcha makin...?"
"Something to pass at that lunch with our neighbors."
"Why would you do that?" I chuckle.
"Well, I thought it'd be nice."
"Alright Mom, you do your thing." I take a fork and grab some of the jajamyeon out of the pan.
"Luna, tteonda!" I giggle and run away, not before throwing my fork into the sink. "Get ready, we're leaving in a half-hour!"
"Yeah, yeah!"