Wrong Number ~7

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James sat on his bed thinking of all the things that Adryana could be busy doing.

Was she just doing work?

Did she get fired from her job?

What did her sister mean by hopefully?

He hated that he didn't know what was going on with her. It made him feel like he was useless. When all he really wanted was to help her and hold her close to him. He didn't care they never met or if Adryana really was Adryana. All he knew was that whenever she texted him back he'd slowly smile. It didn't matter if he had to wake up at 5 a.m. just to say good morning to her at 8 o'clock.

He had to get his mind off of her. He was going insane, sitting there. So he did what he did best.

Throwing on some jeans, sneakers, and a hoodie, he got in his car driving to his friend's, Ray, house.

As soon as James entered the house, a blunt was rolled and lit, practically waiting for James' arrival.

After awhile, the blunt was finished and James was already getting ready to head to some girl's house.

What was her name again?

Tina?

Tiffany?

Didn't matter; to him this was the only way to get her off his mind.

So he did it and it didn't help his problem, it only made it worse.

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