Bad Boy in My DMs

Burning curiosity

I hadn’t even opened his message, and my heart was already racing.

It came in at exactly 12:03 a.m. A voice note.

Not a text. Not a meme. Not a reply to my story.

A voice note.

I stared at my phone, lips slightly parted, thumb hovering. The room was dark, the only light coming from my phone screen. My mind spun with a million possibilities. Was it a joke? A flirt? A confession?

Or worse—was it him playing with me again?

I hit play.

“Zara… why do you keep looking at me like that?”

His voice was low, teasing, like a whisper wrapped in velvet and fire. There was a pause. I heard a faint exhale, like he was right next to me.

“If you’re gonna look at me like that, you might as well do something about it.”

I froze.

My throat went dry. My stomach flipped. My entire body flushed with heat like I’d just touched something forbidden.

I listened again. Then again.

And again.

I didn’t sleep that night.

—

The next day at school, I walked through the hallways like I was floating—like a girl with a secret tucked under her skin.

I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. I didn’t know how.

But he saw me. Across the courtyard. Same spot, same hoodie. Back against the wall like the whole world owed him silence. His eyes tracked me like a sniper.

And when I looked at him… he smirked.

That smirk. Like he knew what his voice note did to me. Like he planned it.

I hated how he made me feel.

But I hated more how much I liked it.

—

He messaged me again after school.

WAVY: “4:15. Same spot.”

I didn’t ask why. I didn’t pretend to be busy. I just walked there.

Heart beating loud. Skin buzzing. Every step pulling me deeper into a story I wasn’t sure I could finish.

He was already waiting.

“Late,” he said.

“It’s 4:16,” I shot back.

“Still late.” He looked me over like he was undressing me in his mind. “You wore that on purpose?”

I blinked. “Wore what?”

He stepped closer, eyes dropping to my lips. “That lip gloss. You knew what it would do to me.”

“I didn’t—”

“Don’t lie,” he said, voice low. “It’s sexy.”

The air between us thickened. My breath caught. My pulse raced like I was standing on a cliff about to jump. Or fall.

He brushed his fingers against my jaw—just barely. The contact was feather-light, but it lit me on fire.

“Zara…” His voice dropped lower. “You ever been kissed where you forgot your name?”

I couldn’t even respond.

He leaned in—closer, closer, until I felt the heat of his breath against my lips. My body arched toward him without thinking. Eyes fluttering shut.

Then—

He pulled back.

Stepped away.

Smirked again.

And walked off.

Just like that.

Like he hadn’t just wrecked my entire nervous system.

—

That night, I didn’t sleep again.

I lay in bed, restless, every cell in my body burning with questions and craving. I played his voice note again. Bit my lip. Rolled over. Screamed into my pillow. Then checked my DMs like a maniac.

Nothing.

Wavy had vanished. And he took every ounce of sanity with him.

But the damage was done.

I was hooked.

And deep down, I knew… this was only the beginning.

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