Kidnapped By G-Eazy

five

Madilan Jacobs

I open my eyes only to see that it's pitch black outside. I don't even know what time it was when I went to bed.

I slide out of the bed and am careful not wake G up. I prance down the stairs, the sound of my slides making a clicking noise. I kick the shoes off and walk into the kitchen. It's so pretty.

I open the fridge and look through the drawers and shelves. Nothing I want. I groan and lift myself onto the counter. I take the clock off of the side of the fridge and play around with it.

It's 5:45 am. too early but I'm awake. This is bullshit. Okay well I need something to do. I jog up the stairs and into the room. I search for G's phone. Finally I find it under the stand on the floor, it must've fell off or something. I shove it into the waistband of my leggings and go into the closet.

I change into a pair of black skinny jeans and a cropped hello Kitty hoodie. I put on a pair of socks and slide on my custom Yeezys. All silver glitter. I grab my makeup bag and mirror before shoving his phone in my back pocket before going back to the kitchen.

I started off doing my makeup simple then I got carried away. Not that far but I ended up with a glitter eyeshadow and a killer wing. I did my eyebrows and their not twins but definitely sisters. I add a simple lip color and put everything away.

My light pink lips make me smile at myself in the mirror. I already look older without makeup but with it I could honestly get into a club by myself. I hoist myself onto the counter and sort all of my makeup just to speed through time.

I put it all back before exploring the living room. I find a giant speaker in each corner. Under the tv is a Bluetooth box. I take out G's phone and click the button at the bottom.

Shit he has a password. I try all the basic passwords before getting it. 4476. Sweet. I turn on the Bluetooth and connect it to the speakers.

I load YouTube up and turn on Cake Boy. By Hoodie Allen. I make sure the music is as loud as it can go. The bass echos off the walls. That's dope.

"This is for my Instagram models. Eatin up the cake watch it go right to your bottom. You should get a new job, holla at McDonald's. Listen when I speak baby you write a novel" I sing along before rapping the next line.

I dance around as I explore the other rooms downstairs. An office, a library like place and an indoor pool. Sweet.

After I'm finished I go back into the kitchen. I notice a glass sliding door.

"Thumbs up to my friends drinking whiskey, peace out to the girls that'll miss me. Middle finger to the dudes back in highschool. Cause you peaked at eighteen, cool" I sing along with Eighteen Cool also by Hoodie Allen.

Other than G-Eazy, well it used to be. Hoodie is my favorite singer/rapper.

I unlock the door and step outside onto the patio. Several chairs are pushed in around a glass table. Flowers line the edge of the concrete and a path leads to an in ground pool. That's cool.

I can still hear the music playing loudly through the house. I take G's phone from my pocket and pick another song 'obsessed' by Mariah Carey

"What are you doing? How the fuck did you get my phone?" I hear G yell over the music.

"Why you so obsessed with me? Boy i wanna know. Lying that you're sexting me when everybody knows. It's clear that you're upset with me. Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress. Last man on the earth still couldn't hit this." I sing along as I strut towards him in the doorway.

G starts laughing and I walk past him and into the kitchen again

"Ohh why you so obsessed with me? Oh boy I wanna know" I sing looking at him as I lift myself onto the counter.

"Okay ha ha. You're hilarious. Now give me my phone and turn this shit off" he says holding his hand out.

"It's clear that your upset with me. Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress. Last man on Earth still couldn't hit this" I sing along with the last few lyrics.

The song stops and I take out his phone turning on 'fergalicious' by none other than Fergie herself
I put his phone in my pocket again and sing along ignoring his demands for his cellphone.

I stop dancing in place when he puts his body between my thighs. With a hand on either side of my body.

"Baby baby baby . If you really want me honey get some patience maybe then you'll get a taste" I sing

This is great. Every song I play also fits the scenario. I'm a genius. The next song plays 'touch my body' by Mariah Carey. Fuck. Maybe I'm not as smart as I thought.

I watch as G's mouth firms a smirk as the corus plays. I glare at him. I lean back on the phone in my pocket and the music stops.

"Shit" I say pushing him away. I quickly hit the next button and 'birthday sex' by Jeremiah starts playing. I know this song by heart.

"Birthday sex!" I yell out laughing. "Girl you know i-i-i girl you know i-i-i don't need candles or cake-" I stop belting lyrics when his hands slide up my sides. My body stops grinding on the counter and I sit still.

"Okay give me my damn phone or face the consequences" he says sternly squeezing gently.

"You say you wanted flowers on the bed. But you got me and hours on the bed" I sing lower than before.

Fuck probably not the best thing to say during this situation. Oh well. 'Promiscuous' plays through the speaker and I push him away.

"Roses are red some diamonds are blue. Chivalry is dead but you're still kinda cute" I rap along with the song.

"Goddamn just stop for fucks sake!" He yells pushing me into the wall. His body pressing against mine "Is there anything you'd like to say?"

"Uh it wasn't me" I say as the song 'It wasn't me' by Shaggy began playing. I laugh and duck underneath his legs and take off running.

I stop and plop down onto the couch. "Okay okay. I need a break it's way too early for this" I say coughing.

He brings me a bottle of water and sits down on the coffee table across from me. I look him up and down. He's wearing black joggers and a white shirt. I'm guessing he slept in that. I don't know though.

"Give me my phone Madilan" he says holding his hand out to me again.

"Let me go home" I say back

"You are home dammit" he growls "If I give you your phone you have to promise not to message anyone "

"No promises" I say standing up in front of him. I to walk away but he grabs my hips and pulls me onto his lap "let me go"

"Not until you give me my phone" he says into my ear. His arms are holding me tightly against his body. I'm careful not to move.

"I'll give it to you but you have to let me go and I get to play a song" I say "we gotta deal or not?"

"Deal. Hurry up and pick your song" he tells me as he lifts my body from his.

I stand up and walk around the room with the phone in my hands. I finally decide on a song 'Chill Bill' by Rob Stone

"Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed. I said baby just buy dutches cause you can't smoke for free. I got that loud but no money bitch buy a Fiji. She said you need a job. Bitch fuck a job I still get cheese.." I sing along before throwing the phone to G