Child's Play

30

Wynter

I believe that was probably the last time I'll see her.

I felt like she was playing me for just some pussy but who knows maybe she will see me again.

I shrugged not trying to think anything of what happened. Although it's almost nine o'clock now and I wanted to text my cousin I haven't seen since the party. They probably moved back by now.

"Okay...where are you phone?" I asked myself after not finding it on the bean bag chair I left it in.

"I could've sworn I left it there." I said lowly. I looked on my bed tossing all the sheets.

I looked underneath the bean bag.

Ok top and under all my dressers and night stands.

I looked in my bathroom.

I looked in my dirty clothes hamper.

My jacket.

Every. Fucking. Where.

"Where in THE fuck is my phone dawg." I said getting very frustrated.

Luckily I had a Macbook so my messages came straight to it and I could try to track it.

I grabbed my Macbook out of my backpack and opened it up.

I looked for any new messages but didnt receive any. I also get calls but It only rings if I have it running. 

I noticed a private number recently just called.

I dont answer them anyway its always a scam.

I went to a tracker to track my phone. Luckily its on and everything so it wont be hard.

I typed in my Icloud info and let the magic work itself.

"The fuck?" I squinted my eyes at the screen watching the little blue dot travel up the nearby highway.

"Why the fuck would it be moving if-" then it hit me.

"That bitch took my phone.." I said in disbelief.

"That BITCH took my fucking phone." I said even louder tossing my mac onto my bed.

"Wow..." I scoffed.

See the pretty bitches give you the most fucking problems.

Now my phone is gone and I have no way of probably getting it back.

I can't chase her. No car.

A bitch name not speedy Gonzalez.

"What the fuck can I do.." I slumped sighing in frustration.

I pulled up my Imessages and texted Sativa.

Me: I need a favor.

Unaware of what she would say knowing I been shooting her down is one thing.