Capítulo 8: Excuse me, you've got the wrong number!

He just shot it, flat out, meaning each of his words. He didn't look as worried as Allen was, and he could even see a hint of a smile on his lips. Allen didn't say anything this time, still not ready to admit that piece of information.

"What are you—" He lost his voice in the middle of the sentence, Kyle raised an eyebrow and smirked widely. "No, shut the fuck up." Allen stood up defensively. "You can't assume that only because of what I said."

"Well, I can. I've known you since forever. You never talk about girls like that. Fuck, you don't talk about anything."

"That's bullshit." Allen crossed his arms over his chest..

"Normally, you'd have said something like: 'Fine. She was too loud, though, and I hated her voice' and then don't bother talking about it again."

He let that fact sink in, knowing his friend was right. Allen pursed his lips, clenching his jaw as he had nothing to say to that. Kyle watched him struggle with his own thoughts. He was obviously in conflict with this girl.

"What's the problem with it?" Kyle asked in a softer tone. Allen looked up at him, his blue eyes stubborn to admit anything. Kyle sighed. "Alright. Don't say anything anymore. I'm only saying there's nothing wrong with having feelings for someone."

Kyle dropped to the floor and grabbed the controller, starting a new match. Both knew the conversation about it was over, at least for now, so they just continued playing video games for the rest of the evening.

The conversation never left Allen's mind, roaming his thoughts continuously and chasing him like a ghost every time he laid eyes on every place he made her his.

Her side of the story

"Hey babe. Can I call you?"

Isabelle read the message a couple of times, tilting her hand from one side to the other, before erasing it. It had been a few days since she received the first text; now this was the third one she ignored. The phone number was unknown, and neither she nor her friends had any contact with the same number. Definitely got the wrong number, she thought, should I just tell this person I'm not the person he/she's looking for? It hadn't been five minutes when her phone started ringing.

It was the same number. She decided to just pick up and solve the misunderstanding.

"Babe?" A male voice was on the other side of the line. It gave her chills, since she felt the voice sounded familiar. She decided to ignore it.

"Hi. Yeah, sorry, I just wanted to tell you that you got the wrong number, OK?"

"Wrong number?" The voice repeated, chuckling afterward. "I'm pretty sure this is it".

"No, sorry. Have a nice day."

The voice didn't have enough time to reply when she already hung up.

It was a weird call, and it left her unsettled for a couple of minutes. She was on her bed when she hung up, throwing her phone beside her.

She looked at the wooden ceiling, adorned with fake green vines and fairy lights, and sighed. Her hands were itching to grab the phone and see his contact again. She's done it for the whole week, just like she did after talking to him for the first time. Her hand stretched a little, grabbing her phone and turning the screen on. Her finger slipped through her contacts until the letters caught her attention.

Allen Hayes.

His picture lured her to open it without thinking much about it. He had his back to the camera, wearing a gray hoodie, looking to his left side, leaving a hint of the silhouette on his nose and lips. It looked like he took it from his backyard. She was not sure, though, since she only picked a little on her way in and out of the house.

Memories of that day started flowing again, making her feel tingles between her legs in an instant. She covered herself with the sheets, her right hand making its way down her body, slowly. She started touching her spot, making slow and soft circles over it. She closed her eyes, making room for his light blue eyes, his devouring gaze as he looked at her cum. She felt a shiver down her spine while remembering the feeling of his touch, his fingers moving in and out of her body, his tongue striking her spot. She was reliving the moment, her breath hot and heavy as she felt her walls tighten little by little.

Her fingers started moving wider and faster, remembering his hoarse voice. "I can´t hold back anymore" his words echoed in her head. She felt the heat spreading between her legs at the thought of his lustful eyes looking right through her as he pressed the tip of his dick to her entrance. The way his dick found his way in, inch by inch, filling her completely. She could remember the slapping of their bodies, his tortured face as he grabbed her by the waist and pounded harder and harder into her. He didn't break eye contact.

Isabelle's hips started moving involuntarily, tracing the memory she already knew by heart. Her legs spread further as she was reaching her climax. She pictured his flushed red face framing his ice-blue eyes, his deep and dark gaze consuming her over and over again. She grabbed a pillow near her and covered her face with it, trying to silence her moans as much as she could. Her body trembled and her walls contracted rhythmically, her hips still circling to her fingers' beat.

She stood there, breathing in and out, feeling her heart beat like crazy inside of her chest.

It took her a good ten minutes to finally move, feeling all her wetness soaking her underwear. She sighed, slightly embarrassed at the fact that she had just touched herself thinking about him. If he knew, he would definitely feel the cringe, she thought, making her way to the bathroom to take a shower.

The next day, during lunch break, she received another text.

"I know this is the right number. Are you playing around?..."

She put her phone with the screen down, locking her hazel eyes with Cassidy's dark brown eyes. She furrowed, opening her mouth to ask what was going on, but the phone started buzzing again. Isabelle looked at it for a second before picking it up and checking the screen.

"Did you delete my number?"

Cassidy grabbed the phone from her hands, reading the content.

"It's the same guy from Tuesday?" she asked, surprised.

"Yeah. I've tried to ignore him, and he ended up calling me yesterday." Isabelle rested her head on her hand. "He insisted it was the right number."

Cassidy gave her phone back and shrugged.

"Maybe you've got an admirer. Right, Iry?" she teased, making Isabelle laugh.

"I doubt it." She said, noticing the person behind Cassidy stopped walking. She glanced up and saw a pair of vibrant green eyes looking straight at her.

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