Got My Number Novels & Stories

It worked. “Wait, Isobel’s number.” I pushed my phone into his hands. “Right, Isobel’s number.”

There was no evidence yet but I knew someone who could get it. I tapped rapidly on my phone, bringing up Mathew's number.

With a furrowed brow, I retrieve the missive, unfolding it carefully to reveal words imbued with unexpected warmth and sincerity. "Your trust means everything to me, and I'm overjoyed at the opportunity to support you in any way I can. Please know that my number is always open to you. Whether you need a listening ear, a helping hand, or just someone to share a laugh with, I'm here for you. Don't hesitate to reach out whenever you need anything." Beneath the heartfelt message lies a phone number, a lifeline extended in the midst of my turmoil.

I immediately deleted my call history without bothering to call them back. Then, after a snack of Pringles and diet coke, I got a call from an unknown number. "Hello?. Mum, I'm not coming back!" I thought it would be her mother calling with a different phone number. "Well would you mind looking down your window?." "Knight?" I asked, recognizing the voice. "Yeah?." "How'd you get my number?." "A little bird gave it to me. Also I might have made Loan go into the principal's office to check the student information book."

Déjà vu suddenly washes over me. This isn’t a good sign. Please don’t let it be anything serious. Well, even if it is serious, I’m still going to wait until after we return from our trip to address it. Buzz. I quickly chug down some water before pulling my phone back out of my pocket. I hesitantly look at my messages, and my stomach instantly sinks. How did they get my number? I’ll address that with my people.

I’d have to go through someone else. Then it hit me—his investigator. I had overheard him on the phone with Jared one time and had sneakily taken his number from Jared's phone afterward. Even though I didn't have a need for him then, I was glad I took the number as it seemed to come in handy now. My only lifeline! I snatched up the scrap of paper I’d written it on, hastily dialing the number. It rang and rang, each second stretching on like some sick joke until a deep voice finally answered.

This won't make any difference to it. I dail the number and it goes through. "Hello?" I hear her voice from the other side. "Hi, Aria. How is your day?" I ask her. "Mr. Carter?" she squeaks in disbelief. I hear her gasp and then says "Where did you get my number?" "That's not an issue, Aria. I just happened to know," I reply, not finding a reasonable excuse. "What? Am I supposed to believe that?" she asks.

“My break's almost over. You should get my number from Erin and text me your address later” “Alright?”.

How was he doing? Four's phone buzzed this time. “He must have gotten the news.” He said calmly. “He's called three times.” I felt something sharp hit me in my spine. Had Jason gotten his number? “You spoke to Jason? How do you have his number?” “I know it's his number, I have software that identifies numbers before they can call me. It's him.” “Oh.” That was all I could say. “I'm sure he's read it,” I said. “Yes.”

How come the hospital called you? "Remember the card that I gave you? I ask you to attach it to your ID right? That is my personal number." I am not bothered that my appendix was removed. I don't even miss it. Har. Har. Ella. Har. Har. The main idea in his statement is he gave me HIS.PERSONAL.NUMBER. I feel honored, bothered, and excited at the same damn time. He gave me his personal number. I still can't believe it. I remember he told me to call that number if there is an emergency. I don't know folks about you, but I am really touched right now.