Prank Call Gone Right

Prologue

Cute book cover by littlelightofmine❤THANK U SO MUCH for this, meant a lot.

* "'When the girls, when the girls talk boys..*guitar beat*Oh when the..'" *

Squinting my eyes, at the glistening bright light of my phone, I lift my sleepy head to see what was coming up on my phone. Oh damn alarm, why do I forget to delete it? The study break alarms were a menace to me at this exact moment.

The song still continues its magic, even though now wasn't the right time to do it.

Instead of my expectations, I see the phone icon on my screen with a number below it. I see on my phone that it is 2.30 in the morning. Who in the world is awake at 2.30 am and calling a random number? Well, it's possible that someone awake in another country could be the caller, but who knows?

To answer my doubts, I pick up the call, ending the song, with an incomplete 'Girls talk boys', despite my desperate want to snuggle back into my blanket.

"Hello...?" I say sleepily and drowsily. Not in a moment to be all merry with callers at 2am.

"Yeah, gosh what is wrong with you, avoiding me and all at school? Please, I told you we could be friends, right? And remember, we forgave each other?"

I was very confused, and intrested at the same time after hearing this. This was a guy, and yeah, he is seemingly thinking that he is talking to his...girlfriend or ex-girlfriend...or is he?

"Um, who is this?" I ask, with my sleepy attitude shattering away to pieces slowly.

"I'm Dy. Please tell me you're not in a coma." He said, sarcasm filled in the last sentence he uttered.

I was becoming tense, now a new emotion overtaking myself. Dy? Dy as in Dylan? Or could it be something else, like Dyan, which I'm hoping would not be. Oh please be Dylan. Please, please.

"Okay, Dy...lan? Right?" I asked, hopefully.

"Duh, you were the one who started calling me that remember? Oh baby, you are so in a coma.." he said.

Oh, thank god that he was Dylan.

"Urgh... yeah, right. "I pause, building up something to say to this gorgeous boy, who I knew, diverting my speech to a more flirty one, from an unwelcoming speaking way, which I used earlier,"Go to sleep, text me tomorrow, we'll talk about it then." I say, very sarcastically and confidently.

"Oh, no I can't. You know, you got me awake, so better do a great job, if you want me to get back to sleep.." He said, his voice dreamy as ever on the phone, and it's very different but better than his voice in reality. He is so not out of lines, is he?

"Okay, because I avoid you in school? Or because you're guilty of what you did, young boy?" I said, sounding totally like a teacher.

He laughed a little, and said, "Yes and...nnnn...o" dragging his ego.

"You and your mighty ego. Look, what you did was very wrong to me, though it may seem not so wrong to you. I know you love her more than you love me, in fact, you might think of me as just a...pal, right now. I don't mind, but you know..." I poured out my ocean of angry feelings, in a humble voice though, and began to pronounce my deepest want and thought to him, "Just, back out all the social media stuff alright. What went wrong between us was that. We started out wrong."

He was silent for a while following my saying. Then, he said, "I'm sorry, I really am. I just.." He interrupted the smooth flow of his going-to-be-apology and gave in a small click on my phone, due to him cutting of the line.

I was startled, by the sudden leaving. So like him, leaving me, so suddenly. I was angry and at him, even though I wished for the call to be longer. Really, I longed for 'my call' with him to be everlasting.

Looking at my call log, I selected the recent call; the call from Dylan. I begin saving the new number.

I type, Asshole and pause. Of course, there is one asshole number already in my contacts: Dylan's number that I have already. So I type 2 next to Asshole and end my task.

Sure, I love him, but he still aroused anger in me. And a whole lot more feelings in me, be it confusion, frustration, anticipation, you name it.

He was yet doing it, again, making me wonder why he didn't use his regular number to call me. And why, did he, very wierdly, even use a phone call to reach out to me, when all he did once ago, was ask me out throught a text, flirt with me, almost always, through texts and break up with me using a text? He has taken texting to a whole new level, that I don't even know what to call him after he ended it between us through a text. A jerk or not? Don't ask me...

What Shazie did not know was, 'he' did take calls to a whole new level.

*******
Hope you guys enjoyed it! Vote, comment and share, if u feel like it. Wanna find out what happens to Dylan and Shazie next? Read on!:) ~Sue