I looked around wildly, my eyes colliding with the
lit screen of the white iPhone. Oh, that must be
her ringtone. I looked at the Caller ID.
“Restricted.”
I picked it up.
“Hello?”
Static.
“Hello…?”
The static was intense and only getting louder. I
tried calling out a few more times, but no
response. I was just starting to move the phone
away from my ears due to the loudness of the
static when –click.
Call Ended.
Huh. Must have been a mistake. Stupid phone, I
was getting nowhere with this.
I went back to my book and spent a few peaceful
hours reading. An hour before our meeting time, I
grudgingly pulled a glitzy shirt on over my head –
one that I had borrowed from Anna, of course –
and paired it with some black booty shorts. I put
on flats (no way was I wasting a night in high
heels) and applied cherry red lipstick. I figured I
had prepared as much as I wanted and was just
about to head out the door when the phone rang
again
BEEP BEEP BEEP.
I grabbed the phone off the couch and stared at
it. Restricted. What the fuck? I rolled my eyes
and answered it one more time, just on the off-
chance that someone was there.
“Hello?”
Nothing this time, absolutely no sound. It
sounded like the line was dead. Seriously, what
was the problem with this damn thing? Maybe I
should just take it to the police station in the
morning, let the cops deal with it…
*Part* *4* *loading*
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