Got My Number Novels & Stories

Unknown number. "Tomorrow. 6 AM. Lincoln Park track. Don't be late, Coach." My jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached. He already had my number. Of course he did. I typed back with shaking fingers. "How did you get this number?" Three dots appeared instantly. "You gave it to all your athletes at orientation. Remember?" I closed my eyes. Right. I did. Another message followed before I could respond. "Goodnight, Coach. Get some rest. You're going to need it."

I mumbled to myself. I pick up my phone and dial a number. “Have you gotten any information on her?” I ask the person on the other line. “Yes, sir.” He responds.

I said, but right at that moment, I received a message. My brows furrowed, as I wondered who that could be. I switched on the cell phone in my hand, and as I clicked on the message… I would not lie… I was a bit impressed. How was he able to get my phone number? This might not be the official phone number I use mainly for my business. But to think that he was able to get his hands on it, was enough to tell me that he was not an ordinary person. “What is it, Gina?”. Nicholas asked me.

Before I can help it, my fingers skim the keypad of my phone as I type a reply message. Thanks for the flowers, but how did you get my number? I press send before I realize how rude that sounded. Maybe! I shrug, but how did he get my number though. I silently groan when I realize Clarissa must have given him. My phone pings in my hand and I look down to see a reply text from him. You're welcome, beautiful. Clarissa, your friend, gave me your number. Can we see now?

There’s another message waiting. Unknown: You can’t get away that easily. I snort quietly and type back before I can talk myself out of it. Me: You were given a perfectly good number. The reply comes almost immediately. Unknown: Perfectly good for avoiding me. Okay… fair. I sit on the edge of the bed, tucking my legs underneath me. Me: How did you even get this number? Three little dots appear, then disappear, then reappear again. Unknown: I have my ways.

Please let that have been a dream. Slowly — cautiously — she reached for her phone. Her fingers hovered above the screen. If the call log wasn’t there, she would never drink again. She unlocked it. Recent Calls. Unknown Number. 12 minutes. Her heart started beating louder. She tapped it, half expecting more. There wasn’t. No follow-up call. No messages. No missed attempts. Nothing. The absence sat heavier than anything else could have. If he was weird, wouldn’t he have texted? If he was curious, wouldn’t he have tried again?

It tastes exactly like coke. I am rolling it against the upper side of my mouth absently as I straighten the first piece and a small optimistic smile pulls on my lips when I read the numbers perfectly without a struggle. 907-522. The numbers are visible. For the very first time in three days, something works for me and perhaps there's a ray of hope. 907 is the state code and obviously I know it off head. I just wish I could get the remaining digits, I am positively sure that Enzo will loan me some money without conditions.

I suggested. "Mummy? Can I talk to her?" I was surprised at the spontaneous change in her mood. "Sure...I mean, of course. Do you know her number? I don't have it." "Yes, 1-406-772-5932. That's it." She recited brightly.

She turned the diary and opened the last page and found a number was written there with a black ink. She read the number and frowned. "+91 94xxxxxxx9 ? But why did this number look familiar?" Adrija thought deeply and suddenly her eyes widened. "What the f*ck? It's my number. No one has this phone number of mine, then how did he get it?", Adrija asked herself. Her heart was pounding inside her chest. "I had given my phone number only to 'H', then how did it come to him?", Adrija blabbered as she took her phone and dialled 'H' number but the number was switched off and all the sent messages were still in pending box.

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.