Wrong Number - Original Prompt
Wrong Number He sank to the wooden bench wearily and pulled a soft hand towel and a condensated bottle of water from his gym bag. He was taking slow sips of the cool liquid, dabbing the copious amounts of sweat from his forehead when his pocket began to buzz, his phone lighting up beneath the fabric of his gym shorts. He hurriedly replaced the cap and sat the bottle on the ground before fumbling for the device. 107 new messages. He blinked in horror as the notifications began pouring in and the phone began to grow warm with the effort. The only people who were supposed to have this number were his parents and his brother, so who was texting him? Finally, the chaos died down and he reluctantly opened his inbox. “Hey, baby! I got your number from a friend. He said you’re looking for a good time. Call me!” The sentiment was repeated dozens of times and he was growing angrier and angrier as he deleted the trash. He gave up when more began pouring in to replace the ones he’d removed...