One Drunken Night

Chapter 16 (Oh-So Gladly Bite Your Hand Off)

I stared at the phone in my hands, contemplating on what I should do about it. I pressed the lock button and his lock screen appeared on it, I swiped and was surprised when I was able to get into his home screen without difficulty. For someone who told me to put on a passcode, he sure didn't put one himself.

I swipe from first to second page, staring aimlessly at the screen. My thoughts went to the first few days I saw him texting on his phone so much, wondering who the hell he's texting 24/7.

My finger hovered over his messages button until I heard footsteps behind me. Reacting quickly, I shoved his phone into my back pocket and quickly turned around, coming face to face with Hailey. "Hey." I said too quickly.

She didn't noticed my surprised expression and looked overy shoulder. "What's taking you so long to get a snack?"

I shrugged and held out the skittles in my other hand. "I got this."

She eyed me suspiciously. "Since when did you start sharing your candy? You normally only accept trades."

I shrugged again. "I'm just being generous."

She rolled her eyes and walked pass me. "Something's up but I'm not gonna ask since it's probably nothing and I don't wanna be nosey about asking you." She walked into the kitchen.

I pulled the hem if my blouse down to hide the phone sticking out of my pocket and ran up to my bedroom and shut the door. I opened Dylan's phone again and forgot that someone was calling him a while ago. He named the person "Ignore it" so I can't exactly know who the person is.

I was kind of thankful that Hailey came in before I pressed the messages because it was like my fingers have a mind of it's own. I don't want to go through someone's messages like that, the only time when I see messages exchanged between to people is when they asked me to read it.

And if Hailey caught me, what would her reaction be? Would she be mad? Excited?

I groaned and fell back on my bed as I stared at the balloon-covered ceiling. My parents placed them on my side of the room for I don't know what reason. I raised the phone above my head and stared at it for the third time in ten minutes.

Does Dylan even know that he left his phone? He's probably on his way now to get his phone back, well if he is, then he better hurry up before I really look through his messages.

I noticed that the one who called Dylan to make him angry was the guy named "Ignore it". I decided to go through his photos to pass the time so I won't be tempted to look at his messages. I scrolled from photo to photo, most of them are shots of Dylan with people I didn't recognize, some are with Matt and Tyler.

I stopped at one picture of Dylan standing with a girl on a beach, the girl looks vaguely familiar. Dylan was holding a trophy in one hand while the other was probably holding his phone. The trophy was between the girl and him, he was wearing sunglasses and the girl was pointing to the trophy between them with smiles on their faces. I squint at the screen as I try to recall the last time I saw the face of that girl, I know it wasn't that long ago.

The phobe vibrated and, startled, I dropped the phone on my face, squishing my nose in the process. I picked it up and rubbed my nose, I looked at the caller ID, Matt, and answered it. "Yeah?"

I heard a sigh on the other end. "Thank god it was just at your house, I thought I dropped it in the middle of the street or something." Dylan said, sounding relieved.

"You left it in the living room." I simply answered, feeling guilty that I was planning on looking through his mesaages.

"Can you give it back to me tomorrow? I don't think I wanna go back out, I'm too lazy to get it right now." He said.