Got My Number Novels & Stories

"Hey, can I have your number?" I looked at her and told her, "No." "What? Oh, come on." She whined. "Don't be so cruel. I thought we were friends here." "We are," I admitted, re-reading the lines. "Then why can't you give me your number?' "Because it's broken, my replacement won't arrive until tomorrow," I told her. After Hurricane Athena ended, I had to call for a replacement, and luckily we have insurance in case something would give the carrier to provide us with a brand new phone. But, it doesn't arrive until tomorrow morning. I'm stuck being phone-less.

I threatened loosing my patience. I heard a low chuckle from the other side of the phone, followed my a small cough. " You don't have to be so fierce honey, I just wanted to hear your beautiful voice, you deleted my number?". My eyes widened and I immediately removed the phone from my ears to check the number again. 768... The number ended in 768. The only number I knew what had 768 as it's ending was... was David's number. My hands holding my phone trembled as I brought it to my ears again. "David?"

Is it that hard to give me a little peace? Grumbling, I rolled over to the bedside table where my phone was. When I looked at the screen, I frowned. Unknown number. Strange. As far as I remember, I only gave my phone number to a few people. And they all know I'll be furious if someone shares my number without permission. The message opened on my screen.

They'd looked at me with contempt. My jaw tightened. That boy had embarrassed me and I'll make him pay. My phone vibrated against the bedside table. A text message, from my assistant Ethan. Sir, I managed to obtain Mr. Norman Adams' private number through one of our corporate contacts. I've sent it below. Beneath the message sat eleven digits. I stared at them for several long moments. Something as simple as a phone number had never felt so heavy. I picked up the phone… Then set it back down again.

Not only did the stupid call make me run upstairs to take the call, but he or she also got my hopes up. I took my phone with me downstairs still cursing at the silent caller and wondering why someone would call me and not say anything. I don’t even know how they got my number. It’s not like I distribute it to people. Only a handful of people had my contact. Whoever it was clearly got my number from that handful of people. I glared at my phone. If I wasn’t so worked up already, I would have tried to find out who it was but right now, I needed my man back and that’s the only thing that mattered to me.

“Sorry for calling so randomly.” “Yeah,” she responds, eyeing me. “Once you tell me what exactly it is that you want with me, you can explain to me how you got my number.” “That…” I begin, but stop as a slight wave of embarrassment rushes through me. How the hell could I explain the phone number thing? I guess I could say that I got it from a friend of a friend, but then wouldn’t she want to know who? I couldn’t possibly tell her that I could get any number or any information; honestly, I could get my hands on anything I wanted if I just made the right calls.

She sighs, sounding helpless. “Then I'll teach you how to..” My words get stuck in my throat when I see who the text is from. How did he get my number? And how do I have his number saved on my phone? It must be a glitch, or perhaps my eyes aren't working well. I rub my eyes vigorously before staring at the screen again but nothing changes. Taking a deep breath, I tap on the text, opening it. “What were you saying, Juni?” Adelaide hums, scrolling through her phone and kicking her legs in the air.

I screamed and went upstairs to grab my phone I wasn't worried about school its about to be out in a month anyway, I just ain't wanna clean. Zzz Zzz My phone vibrated in my pocket it was a text message but I didn't recognize the number Text Convo Unknown Number: Wassup 😼 Me: um whose this Unknown Number: Jevoni I smiled how did he get my number Unknown Number: Kay gave me yo num cuz i didn't think u would text me I really wasn't going to i lost the post it note anyway. Imma have to fuss Kayla out later. I thought to myself as i saved his number so i wouldn't forget who he was.

I said, “…call. I don’t give a damn what time it is.” “I will. By the way, they gave her a phone. I held it when she was with you.” “Is that secret code for you’ve got her number?” “It is. I’m sure it’s monitored.” “I’d be disappointed in those assholes if it wasn’t. I won’t call it, but I want it.” “I don’t know what it will do for us, but sure.” As I disconnected the line, I looked at the number I’d written. Ten digits that would let me hear her voice.

Unknown Number: I was hoping you’d unblock my number after our session this evening, but since you didn’t, I got a new SIM. My heart leaps, realization crashing over me because I know exactly who this is. Carl.