When she woke up, there were 17 voicemails from a stranger.

"Great. This again." Jeannie grumbled as she scrolled through the onslaught, blocking and deleting each one.

She sighed heavily with the knowledge of what she was going to have to do next: she was going to have to change her phone number.

The thought brought tears to her eyes. That had been her Dad's number before he'd tragically passed away when Jeannie was only eleven years old.

Her mother, unable to bring herself to remove him from their family phone plan, allowed Jeannie to begin using his phone when she entered middle school the following Fall. It had been brand new when the accident happened, after all.

At first, calls for her father still came; mostly solicitors and other spam-type calls because anyone he'd known personally was already aware of his death.

As time went on, though, those calls became fewer and further between and the number became fully her's.

Jeannie sat up, taking her head in her hands, causing her tears to fall onto her lap. She knew what had caused the calls and texts to begin flooding her phone.

It was all because of Jesse.

Jesse, the cute, fun guy she'd met online a month ago, with whom she'd developed quite the rapport. Such a rapport, in fact, that they'd recently updated their bios, stating that they were in a relationship with one another. This, in spite of never having met in person.

Of course, this wasn't unusual. Nearly everyone she knew had experienced some kind of relationship through the internet. Even her mom had a special friend that she'd run off into her bedroom and quickly close the door to chat with when the familiar tone chimed on her phone.

Jesse lived two hours away and shared a few mutual friends with Jeannie. He was real--not a catfish--so she immediately felt a sense of security with him.

Only a few days into their electronic friendship, however, things started heating up. They were developing feelings, or at least she thought they were. She certainly had been.

While Jeannie was preparing to start college in just a few weeks, Jesse had been planning to enter the military. Jeannie knew that this could jeopardize any kind of relationship that they had fallen into, so she decided to take things further with the hope of solidifying their bond.

One night, as she readied herself for bed, she snapped a risqué photo and sent it to Jesse. Her face heated, and her heart raced as she hit send.

It wasn't too in-your-face; it had been tasteful enough. But it still showed more than she would have liked the whole world to see. This photo was for Jesse's eyes, and Jesse's eyes only.

Or so she thought.