Page 9 of The Other Guy

I ignore her and return to my phone.

16: Textdoor neighbors. Ha! That’s funny.

16: Yes. I assume you’re talking about number neighbors.

16: Oh, shit! Did I text the wrong number?

Me: Sort of.

16: How is that a sort of? Either I did or I didn’t.

Me: Depends on what you mean about a wrong number.

16: So now you’re talking in riddles. Fun.

16: **puts on my thinking cap

Me: I’ll just put you out of your misery.

“And mine! Mine, too! I’m so confused!” Sierra slaps the bar and moves closer so she can see my phone screen better.

Me: You texted the right number. You were just given the wrong one. I’m his number neighbor.

“Oh, shit. No way! The guy gave this girl your number? Wait, how did you know he is your number neighbor?”

“Oh, it gets better.”

“I can’t wait.” She’s rubbing her hands together in excitement.

16: He gave me the wrong number? Not that I’m surprised but what an asshole!

16: Wait. Are you his friend? How else would you know that you’re number neighbors?

Me: That’s the shitty part. Let’s just say this wasn’t his first time.

“Noooo! This has happened before?”

“You could say that.”

“Wait just a hot freaking second here. Sixteen is her name in your phone. Is that a clue?”

“Yes?”

“Holy shit! What’s wrong with this dude? And why do you let it continue?”

16: Well, damn. That is shitty.

Me: Sorry.

16: Why didn’t you just say that from the beginning?

“Do you realize how many questions I have?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Are you going to explain?”

“To you or her?”

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