"Hello?"
"I...uh. You're not Chance."
"No. I'm Rebecca. His girlfriend. Can I ask who's calling?"
"...His girlfriend?"
"Yeah. Are you an ex or something?"
"...No. I'm...nothing anymore."
"Why did you call then?"
"I wanted to apologize. I called off my date. He'll know what I'm talking about if you tell him. I...tell him that I'm sorry."
"I'll try. Who are you?"
"...Donald."
"Donald? You sound feminine."
"I meant Farah. Sorry."
"Farah? You're the girl who broke his heart! You bitch!"
"...What?!"
"Could you be so blind? He liked you. But don't worry hunny, I fixed him. And he's all mine now."
"...He likes me?"
"Not anymore hunny."
"I...let me speak to him. Please!"
"No can do, darling. He said he wanted nothing to do with you. Ever again."
"Please! I didn't know! Tell him I'm sorry!"
"No! He won't forgive you, little girl. Aren't you a little young for him anyway? I mean, come on. Sixteen? You're not even done with high school."
"BUT I COULD STILL BEAT YOUR FUCKING ASS."
"That's cute. But your chances with Chance is done, honey. There's nothing left. Now, how about you stick with high schoolers?"
"You don't know who you're talking to!"
"No, I do. A stupid sixteen year old. Bye now, you have bored me."
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Anger Management
Short Story❝Good morning. This is Target, how can I help you?❞ ❝Why do I have the sudden urge to kill my family?❞ ❝...Woah...well...shit. Ma'am, I think you dialed the wrong number.❞ ❝No. I dialed correctly. Are you any help?❞ ❝...No sé qué decir a esta chica...
