Hellooo there. This story will be similar to my past fic, FML. And like FML, this was inspired by a website. :] In this case, Wrong Number Texts, a new offshoot of Damn You Auto Correct!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, FML, Wrong Number Texts, or Damn You Auto Correct.
Wrong Number Text
She's driving me crazy. I need to break up with her before I end up killing someone.
For whatever reason, Kagome couldn't take her eyes off the message lighting up her cell phone's screen. The phone number was not one in her address book, so it was obviously an accident that she'd received this text. Would he message again if he didn't get a response? What was his girlfriend doing that was so bad? He sounded like he had anger management problems…
Then again "I." could be a she.
Feeling a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, Kagome chided herself silently for automatically assuming it was a boy talking about his girlfriend. She'd been raised more open-minded than that. Or at least, she tried to be. But anyway—
"Kagome…" she heard someone breathe, very quietly, from the desk next to hers. "Kagome," the voice repeated, more urgently a few seconds later when she failed to look over.
Kagome lifted her eyes—wide blue ones rimmed with thick lashes and no makeup—to her left, seeing her best friend Sango urgently flicking her own eyes back and forth between Kagome and the front of their classroom. Finally, Kagome followed Sango's line of sight and saw their teacher watching them both with a stern expression on his face, his mouth set in a tight, thin line.
Oh, right, no cell phones were allowed in school.
Quickly, Kagome shot an innocent look at her teacher and slipped her phone into the pocket of her uniform's blazer. Technically she'd opened the text message when her phone had buzzed before class had started. She must had been reading and rereading it for long enough that it had crossed the line of "between classes" to "class has started, all cell phones MUST be put away."
Many hours later, once her lessons were done for the day, she anxiously took the phone back out and sat at her desk, not bothering to gather her things yet. Around her was a flurry of movement as her classmates packed their bags; loud conversations shot over her head about what everyone was doing that night, how difficult the homework would be, and did you see that new movie that came out over the weekend?
"What's going on?" Sango asked from behind her, peering over Kagome's shoulder with intense brown eyes. After she'd read it, Sango scoffed. "Sounds like a train wreck. Who sent it?"
"Dunno," Kagome answered. "It's a wrong number text. Think I should tell them that?" As Sango thought about her question, Kagome took her blazer from the back of her chair and put it back on before shoving all her notebooks and papers into her backpack. Once it was zipped shut, she stood up and stretched her arms over her head, reaching for the ceiling and arching her back, stiff from sitting for hours.
"You could just respond with something real quick. It should come up as an unknown number on his phone, and he'll get that he sent it to the wrong person. I don't even understand how people do that anymore. Doesn't everyone preprogram all their numbers these days?"
"It's a new phone," Kagome reminded her, waving it in her best friend's face. "Well, to me anyway. I bought it used downtown last week. I wiped the address book clean. Maybe he's trying to text the previous owner?"
"Probably," Sango agreed. "Yeah, that's it. Text back."
The two girls swung their backpacks over their shoulders and side-by-side out the doorway, heading toward the courtyard in front of their high school. Within a few minutes, they were on the sidewalk, walking in the direction of home, catching up on family drama.
"And then he fell on his butt at the bottom of the stairs," Sango was saying, chuckling. "Kohaku looked like he couldn't decide between laughing and crying!"
Kagome was having the same problem, giggling so hard that her eyes were watering. "Your brother should know better than to try to rollerblade in the house," Kagome pointed out with a loud snort. "Sometimes I forget he's the smart one, compared to my brother."
"Souta's not that dumb," Sango defended the younger Higurashi but had trouble keeping a straight face. "Okay, he's a little bad. But what do you expect? They're in middle school. They're supposed to do stupid things."
"Speaking of stupid, what should I text back?"
For several minutes, they argued back and forth, trying to decide on something polite that was somewhere between "Dude, wrong number" and "Hey, maybe it's your fault that you're having girlfriend problems."
Sorry to tell you, but wrong number. Good luck with your girlfriend issues.
Hitting send, Kagome smiled at Sango. "That oughta do it," she said happily, tucking her hair behind her ears. "But honestly, I kind of wanted to know more."
"You're just nosy," Sango pointed out, stopping at the foot of her driveway. Kagome continued past her before flipping around, walking slowly backwards so the conversation didn't have to end quite yet. She clasped her hands behind her back while a wide, mischievous smile stretched her face.
"Eh," she said dismissively even though she knew that she was a total busybody. Kagome blamed her mother, a sweet woman who could weasel anything out of anyone with just a kind smile, even strangers who visited the shrine her family owned further up the street. "Let's agree to disagree on that. See you tomorrow!"
"Yeah, see you," Sango answered with a wide smile. "Don't go texting any more strangers."
Kagome winked and turned around, heading toward the wide shrine stairs in the distance. "I can't promise anything!" she shouted over her shoulder. "You know me, always up for an adventure!"