The Unknown Number

shrieked before I could stop myself dropping my phone on my bed where I currently sat. My mouth hung open, my eyes filled with amusement as I continue to stare at my phone. Just then I heard anxious footsteps coming up the stairs where my bedroom is. Shit I quickly grabbed my phone and turned off the screen. My bedroom door swung open and my mother stood at the doorframe with creased eyebrows and soap suds dripping from her hands. "What happened?? What's wrong?? Did I hear you scream?!" She asked her voice filled with concern as she looked around my room. I shuffled through my thoughts to think of a valid excuse. "I uh, My favorite band's new album just came out!" I choked out trying my best to sound convincing. Oh shut up I know it's a bit cliche but it's all I got. My mom nevertheless dropped her expression and dismissed 'my typical teen behavior'. I took my phone back into my almost shakey hands to unlock it. Unknown Number: Hey Veronica, It's me Alex from the party? [Sent an image] [Sent an image] This guy definitely has the wrong number. My name is NOT Veronica. And he's exactly who you'd expect. He's none other than Alex Gray. Our schools golden boy. Captain of the football team, good grades, good looks, you name it. And this man accidentally sent me his nudes on a Saturday morning. Oh god. What should I say? What should I do. Maybe I should leave him on read. No, I think I should let him know that he got the wrong number. It's common courtesy, I mean could it be any worse? He sent his nudes to someone by accident. It could have been anyone. I mustered up the courage and decided to reply. I start Typing away hearing every click on my phone's keyboard growing more and more anxious by the minute. I audibly gulped and pressed send.