Was That too Rude?

Classified. (Chapter Five)

You watched as Ian's car drifted into the vast as you stood in front of your apartment complex. You looked over at the tall building and sighed, walking up the stairs. The dreaded walk hit you with couples yelling at each other in anger, over no reason. One was over dealing drugs, another over in laws. You smiled sarcastically to yourself. "Peachy," You admitted under your breath and looked over to the last step as your eyes were drifting from getting lost in your unconscious state. You held onto the rail as you continued to gradually get to the last step, soon your foot landing on it as the creek made you grow bumps on your arm, scared that the wood couldn't suffice to your weight. So you did a leap of faith, thankfully not breaking the wood and also not killing yourself, big win. You walked over to the door that read "B114" in bold white letters, as you felt over the letters with your finger tips. You were on the last door on the fair right, near a rail that showed you the vast outdoors at three stories up. You shoved the key into its needed hole, turning it and the knob. You were greeted to your shitty apartment as you sighed, holding your head. You managed to find an old iPhone charger AKA you took Joji's, and plugged it into the circuit.
You soon saw your phone illuminate a white apple, as you sighed in rejoice. You looked over as your phone took a minute, but soon showed multiple texts from a random number.
"551-271-XXXX: You alright?"
"551-271-XXXX: I'm sorry for not telling you that I wouldn't be there when you woke up,"
"551-271-XXXX: I had a pretty important thing with some friends, it was about an album and..."
"551-271-XXXX: Text me,"
"551-271-XXXX: or not I mean, I can't help it."
"551-271-XXXX: P.S. Being I'm probably gonna regret this tomorrow morning, I'm sorry for being an ass for like two days straight."
"551-271-XXXX: I'm legit not good with people."
"551-271-XXXX: look? Call me and I'll explain everything."
"551-271-XXXX: (Y/N)?"
"551-271-XXXX: Sent an image."
"551-271-XXXX: haha found a funny meme."
"551-271-XXXX: Did you take my charger? Not trying to pin anything on you."
"551-271-XXXX: You probably didn't."
"551-271-XXXX: it was probably Max, that Australian cunt."
"551-271-XXXX: last text because you're not responding... Was that too rude? To just spam texts?"
You sighed as they were all in a span of an hour. You scrolled down and saw one more number that sent you a message, making you raise an eyebrow.
"876-345-XXXX: (Y/N). Your apartment will be vaccinated on the days of January the 27th, and will need to be vacant of animals. Do not try and sleep in your home on the 2nd of this month," Sent five minutes ago. You groaned, seeing that as...
Today.
You cringed as you grew sick in the stomach, but soon realized that they weren't doing it until night. So you took yourself out, held onto your side, soon reaching the last step as you stepped off. You leaned on a poll that was distant from the stairs as you groaned, holding your phone to your ear as you dialed a number into your phone, now pressing the screen onto your earhole.
"Hello...?" Was the other lines intro as you sighed into the line. You held the bridge of your nose as you held in your sentence for a second, causing another, "Hello..?" that seemed concerned this time.
"Hey, George. I need a ride." You admitted as the other line fell into a silence.
"You're not mad at me?" He asked as you sighed into the phone, becoming a bit annoyed over his ignorance to your statement. "No, I am not. I'm not in a good mood though, so could you?" You were cut off with his scratchy monotone voice as he said, "Yeah sure." He hung up right after he spoke as you were left to silence and soon a beeping over the line.
You soon hung up as well, but realized he had no idea where you were.
"Idiot," you insulted him under your breath as you held your phone in front of your face, but as soon as you turned it on...
Dead.
Your eyes widened as you forgot the one thing you needed, that cycling charger. You noticed an exterminator can pull into the complex's driveway, and now had to face you were timed. So, you started running up the steps, which can we all take a moment and remember the last step?
Oh yes, that came into action.
As you reached the final step, your aggressive stomp from running on the wood caused it to screech and caused you, to fall into the space, where you managed to get stuck. You also heard your phone fall out of your hand, onto the ground with a loud "smack!".
You honestly wouldn't care if you died right now, your day was becoming that bad. You were stuck from your shoulders as your legs dangled underneath you as if they were a chandelier, and now you could hear footsteps and two voices communicating to each other. They were coming closer and closer as you embraced the fact that you were fucked. If it was Joji and Ian though, maybe this situation would be better. Yeah, those two dorks would laugh and then Joji would help you out. You looked over in anticipation as you felt the now sharp wood, dig into your shoulders as you kept yourself calm, but pain rushed through as you felt yourself releasing tears by accident.
But no, it was an overweight man that was whiter than a white girl putting up an emoji status, hairy and broad. He had a very hairy mustache that covered his mouth, and a trucker themed hat that shaded the bottom of his face, as oily, stingy strands of hair rested on his sides. There was another person with him, smaller with a big smile who seemed to be younger, of the ages of 14-15. He had curly black hair that was untamed, as he had sharp black eyes that were huge and seemed warming. As they opened their eyes from their laughs and jokes, they saw you stuck in the floor as they gasped out and the smaller kid seemed to yell how he was determined to help you, causing him to drop his supplies which caused the wood to roar out a "creeeee!" as he jogged to you, stopping hastily to not fall. His companion slowly followed, which helped you see his eyes as his cap went up while he was looking at you. He had wrinkles everywhere, he seemed older. Around mid 40's you guessed as you looked over at the young boy as he started tugging you out by pulling on your head, causing you to give out a low pitched "ow." You closed your eyes and sighed as the pain was a lot, but now you were tired to very much respond.
The man disappeared for a few minutes as the young boy pulled and pulled, and then you were up, as your shoulders were cut up and so was the rest of you body and now bleeding. You felt the young boy drag you to the side as you could see another car pull up into the driveway, causing you to point at it as you breathed out a sentence. "That's my ride." The young boy looked over as the older man came back up, causing the other boy to stand and put his hands on his hips, pumping out his chest as he looked at his companion. "To the stranger girls car!" He yelled as he pointed elsewhere and the man sighed, looking over at you. "Ma'am," his voice was nasally and high pitched, but it was sincere and caring. "Do you think you can stand?" He asked, looking at your scabbed body from the fall. You tried standing to prove his point, and you managed. But your figure was wobbly as you were tired and now hurt. "Steven, help her go down and I'll exterminate the house." Steven turned and held his hand to his forehead, whipping it against the air as he was still standing proudly. "Aye, aye captain!" This caused his companion to laugh and walked pash the boy to pick up the stuff he dropped as the boy went up, jumping over the last step as he  grabbed your wobbling arm and put it over his shoulder, the height of him causing you to lean over him. You heard a loud honk as this filled Steven with determination, forcing upon you to pace yourself as he walked you to the shitty car Joji drove, making you smile. As soon as you finished your /run/ of shame, you looked at the now curious Joji through the car door, that he soon manually rolled down, looking you up and down.
"How...?"
"That's classified!" Before you could even justify your reasoning, Steven finished it for you. It is classified.