“Whatever, brat. Sure. Show’s in two days, try to act normal until then. Oh, I sent him your WhatsApp number, too. Good luck!” August popped up from the futon and grabbed their apple from the table and keys from the wall. “Going to work— Bye!”
Everyone in Luka’s life was evil. He groaned into his hands, looking at the apple juice mess on the table and decided to leave his phone off for the next few days.
CHAPTER TWO
Unknown Number
Hey Luka!
It's Reno, sorry forgot to say before.
Is this right number?
Luka staredat his phone like it had personally wronged him. It sort of had, since it had distracted him mid-call and made him stutter on the line to a customer. Not that it really mattered; the loans sold themselves. No one called them unless they desperately needed money, which made his job both ridiculously easy and extremely depressing.
He didn’t know how to respond, or if he should. He really wished he had stuck with the original plan of turning off his phone for the next two days before the concert, but his willpower wasn’t that strong. What if Maria worried, or heaven forbid Xavier hit him up again? He hadn’t in weeks, but there was always the chance that Mister Long Legs, Long— Luka clicked his phone off again. No one who mattered was texting him right now and he had a job to do.
The lady on the phone was crying and Luka tried to be patient. It was unfortunate that so many people wound up crying on these calls, but stories of impending financial ruin were just part of Luka’s everyday work life. She hung up on him and a message on the work chat popped up telling him to, ‘nail the next one; you’ll get them next time!’.
“Sure," Luka muttered to himself before typing ‘thank you’ to his coworker. He hated the system they used. It felt like a breach of privacy that everyone could see everyone else’s stats as they worked. Thankfully, no one was usually rude about it, but even remarks like that one felt thoughtless to Luka most of the time.
Unknown Number
I rly hope this is the right number (???,)
I am working. You have the right number, tho.
??`o(?U?)o´??
“Oh my god.” Luka pinched the bridge of his nose.Cute. It was cute, in a ridiculous way that should have been left in the past, ten years ago. “I can’t believe this.” No one else would either. What would he say?Yes, the ultra-famous rock star guitarist Reno got my phone number through my roommate and is now sending me kaomoji.That was too much.
Luka swiped on his phone to turn on ‘do not disturb’ and went back to working, hoping that when he opened his phone later, this all would make slightly more sense.
He was only somewhat lucky when the clock hit six p.m. and he got to log off of the work chat and take his headset off; his phone had only mildly blown up.
There were several texts from his friends, asking what he was doing that weekend, seeing if he was free for a drink or games, and unfortunately, a few asking what was going on withReno. He hadn’t had the courage to log back into Twitter since the whole debacle started that morning, but apparently, Reno had not taken the post down and now several people he was friends with online were filling his WhatsApp with questions and excited yelling.
[Wulf0025]
Dude i just woke up, what is going on??
[Kero]
i just saw a screenshot on twit with a post from Reno and one of ur selfies yelling… this fake?
tell me its fake
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[Kolliedollie]
lmaaaaooooooo look
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ur in a buzzfeed article skjhfhfhff
what…
