“Hmm?” Grumbling, I flash an annoyed glance his way for not minding his own business.
“She sure stormed off quickly.”
“No shit.”
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“Of course not, why would I?”
“Look, man, you’re the one clearly pissed about it and thinking of her; I’m just lending an ear if you need it. What’s so fascinating about this one anyhow?”
“Fuck,” escapes with a sigh. This guy likes to chatter all of a sudden. He’s been so quiet up until recently, and we’ve gotten along just fine. “Hell if I know.”
“You’re too picky.”
“Excuse me?” My eyebrows wrinkle as I take a pull off my smoke.
“We all see you sift through which bitches you allow to suck your cock and the few you fuck. This latest one, you took her in a bar and then all night, I’d guess by the whimpers and moans I heard through the wall. You can’t shake her because you don’t just fuck anyone. I wouldn’t even call that just fuckin’ either. I heard you being all sweet and shit when she got upset. You care about her, enough to console her.”
“You’ve all seen me fuck in public,” I defend.
“Yep, we’ve seen you fuck on the side of a building and in a field at a party, but brother you claimed her in front of a room full of people. You mounted her in front of the brothers and everyone else in the middle of a bar, just so another man wouldn’t touch her.” He breathes deeply and mutters, “You’re royally fucked, bro.”
Shrugging, I glance up, watching the clouds filter over the sun. “Doesn’t matter. She was pissed and left. I’ll probably never see her again.” Leaning back on the table with my elbows, they prop me up enough so I can stretch my legs out in front of me.
“Do you wanna?”
His question catches me off guard. Do I want to?
Squeezing my eyes closed tightly, I admit the truth, muttering, “Fuckin’ A.”
“Let me see your phone.”
My eyes fly back open as I face him. “Why?”
I don’t want him staring at Princess’ picture; it’s all mine.
“Because I’d bet five hundred bucks she gave you her number or you took it.”
“You’re not calling her.” I take one last puff and throw the rest in the rusted coffee tin.I need to quit that shit; the road hides most of the smell, but I still know it’s there.
He grins, his face appearing younger with the lightness. “No, but do you want to know how to find her?”
“You can do that?” I reply, sitting back up, my interest suddenly peaked.
“Seriously, think about who you’re talking to right now.” He places his palm in front of me, waiting for me to hand over the phone.
“Let me change something.”
“I already saw the picture; I won’t yank my dick to it, I swear.”
I shoot him a brief glare, then give in, nodding and hand over my phone. My eyes never leave the device as he illuminates the screen. He quickly flips to the apps section and pulls up some tech shit about the phone. Spider loses me from that point on. I have no idea how he can know so much shit about technology, but if it finds her, I’ll be grateful.
He chants, “Come on, come on, come on,” quietly to himself, tapping his thumb against his jeans as he waits for something to happen on the screen. After a beat, he lets out a cocky chuckle full of triumph.
“How do you find her?” I’m assuming it must’ve worked by the grin he’s back to wearing.
“I installed a program that works like Key Logger.”