The Runaways ☯ J.G [ completed ]

The Runaways ; Four

Song : Skrt by Kodak Black

Cher

RIght now, Jack just got in the shower which means now is my chance to check his phone. He usually takes about thirty minutes to shower so I'm good. I grabbed his phone off the dresser and tried entering his passcode.

Incorrect. Please try again.

I probably entered about twenty passcodes but none of them worked. They all said 'Incorrect. Please try again.' I am surprised that I didn't lock his phone with how many times I entered the password incorrectly.

Then I remembered on password and typed it in.

His phone finally unlocked and it went to the home screen. Thank God.

I was about to go on the messages when I heard someone cough from behind me. I slowly turned around to see a shirtless Jack with a towel loosely hanging from his hips. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Um, I lost my phone," I lied. "I needed to use yours to call someone. It was urgent."

He pointed to the bed and arched his eyebrow. "Your phone is right there."

"It's dead," I quickly lied.

He walked over to the bed and picked up, turning it on. "I didn't know that 80% was dead," he chuckled lightly.

"Be honest, what were you doing on my phone?" he asked and set my phone back down on the bed. I stayed silent. "I said, what were you doing on my phone, Cher?" Still nothing. "Cher, what were you doing on my phone?" he raised his voice.

I scoffed. "Why are you getting so mad?" I yelled. "Are you hiding something? Is that why you don't want me to see your damn phone?"

He shook his head and gulped lightly. "No babe, that's not why. I just, I don't like people going through my things. You know how it makes me feel."

Lies.

"Fine," I shrugged. "I won't look at your phone anymore."

Oh, who am I kidding? We all know that there's something on that phone and I will do whatever it takes to find out what it is.